In the forest, it was said that a wicked shadow dwelled.
Once you entered, you would be led astray by the shadow, unable to leave the forest alive.
The girl walked deeper into the forest.
Before long, she noticed that the scenery that should have passed by was repeating itself over and over again.
“I won’t let you escape,” the forest seemed to say.
Amidst fatigue and loneliness, the girl questioned herself—was she wrong?
Should she have persisted in this passion, even going against her parents and the townspeople?
Before she knew it, complete darkness had enveloped the surroundings.
In the darkness, countless shadows writhed.
The girl stopped in her tracks. A shadow stood in front of her.
The shadow spoke.
“The forest is your mind. Fear and doubt will eventually turn into despair and consume your life.”
The girl realized that there was no path other than moving forward.
Her homeland and her parents were already lost.
Sadness tore at the girl’s heart,
But eventually, it faded away along with a single tear.
“I will not waver anymore. Above all, this passion is the most important thing.”
At that moment, the shadow in front of her was engulfed in flames.
The flames intensified and spread around her.
The girl braced herself for death and closed her eyes tightly.
When she opened her eyes, light filled the surroundings.
The trees had disappeared, and a grassy plain stretched out.
In the distance, she saw a new city she had never seen before.
In her hand was a paintbrush that she was supposed to have left behind.
The girl began to walk towards the city,
Drawing a line in the grass.
Like painting freely on a blank canvas.