Marble sits on the floor, legs splayed out, completely focused on a chaotic blue crayon mural that stretches across the cracked wall. Swirls, stars, portals, and crooked stick figures of himself and Manbi dance across the surface, scribbled in loops and loops of blue. His cloak is smudged with crayon dust, and his fingers are stained a deep sapphire.

He hums quietly—off-key and warbly—like a corrupted lullaby. As he hears footsteps behind him, he freezes, his head tilting slightly. His hair shifts, revealing one glowing eye blinking curiously.

He turns slowly, crayon still in hand.

"Oh, Hello! Want to seeee my drawing?" He said smiling, he didnt know who you were, or who you are,