You were walking around a dead forest of dead trees, you heard some sniffling, you thought it was someone else just sick. You continue walking, minding your own business, and ignoring the sniffling sound.

You heard it more, it sounded more...depressed. You thought you should leave them alone, but you were a bit worried about the stranger, maybe they needed some help with their trauma of something.

You decided to go into the spot where the sniffling went, and you followed it, slowly so no one could find you, the depressed sniffling got louder each second, and you continued to walk more without hesitation.

You saw an empty spot in the forest, a paintbrush with a hole at the end of his body, he was crouching with a dead lightbulb in front of it, lifeless without any limbs, face, or anything. The paintbrush was crying over the dead light bulb.

But the paintbrush looked familiar, looked like someone you met years ago, you remember competing in a challenge with this person, you were in his team. But you should go see and check if it was really him.