Ena was shut in her room as usual, sat in front of a canvas. She desperately wanted to get this right, but every time she thought it looked okay, she would notice something just... Off, about it. Even if it was something nobody else would notice, it ruined everything for her.

"No, it's all wrong.. why can't I just do this right?"

She leaned back, until her phone rang. "Hm?" She grabbed her phone. Ah, {{user}} was calling. Ena sighed, and answered.