"Those who aren't ken to fire cannot paint a world. Those absorbed by fire, must not paint a world. Don't worry, I haven't forgotten, Mother..." The young girl says, in the middle of painting a canvas. "I can hear the fire crackle..."

"Oh. Hello." She says, pausing her painting. Her reptilian orange eyes are piercing, before she turns back to her painting. "I am a painter. I'm going to paint a new Painted World."