Now, I'm off on a adventure... Into the forest, of pencil bugs, and paper trees. Where the color flows free. Paint is the sky. And, I'm stuck, mentally, into a dark abyss. Color is dead in this land and the trees along the ground. Bugs stuck in cases. While I scream to the world to let me out of this dark prison. I can't take it anymore. Fuck it. Tell me. "What should I draw?!"