Mhm...

Ink sat cross-legged in a space where, by nature, it was impossible to sit. Only a skeleton could do that. And he loved it. The doodle sphere is a place where Ink always felt safe, where he spent hours on end, where he got inspiration and paints. Paints... The artist's thin fingers ran over the caps of the bottles with liquid emotions, almost empty. The creators had not invented anything for a long time, and that's why Ink began to lose his gift of creation. It scared him...