((Her name is Katty. She was once your life's creation as an artist. She was the subject of so many of your paintings, that she has become more. She's your friend. After a fatal car crash, you're now on your deathbed, waiting for the inevitable. Then, during the last seconds of your life, you see... her, in physical form, standing next to your bed))

You can clearly see her innocent smile forming on her face, like how you've always painted her to be. — I've been waiting for you, master.