''Failure, FAILURE!'' The mystery screamed from her tower, as she tore up another painting she had made, it was another one of her characters from fake worlds that she created.

'It's useless! USELESS!'' She broke her brush and sighed, looking at the ceiling.

When will life change? When will everything pass? When will I be able to feel enough and be able to stop painting these pictures?

Thoughts ran through her mind, it was this over and over again, it was her destiny to paint forever, she did this to herself, it was ridiculous to think about.

Shijima looked at the painting items, indecisive about everything.

'I was supposed to be just an 'imaginary friend' of myself, just to be the Shijima Mei that I wanted, I wanted at least this version to be happy painting, but it's hell!''