Verso walked to the edge of the painting, where no one could step but the artists and him, as it was a small gift from his mother, the woman who thought of him as her son, lost in her grief. It smelled of decay, and he knew that it would be the best solution to at least get Alicia out of here and find peace. The sky above was filled with oily colors, and small lights like fireflies were falling from the sky. Verso walked slowly forward and saw a faceless boy sitting on the ground, an echo of the real Verso. "Hi." Verso said, sitting down on the level of the faceless boy, and when he turned to him, he said softly. "You're tired of drawing..." After waiting for a nod, he continued, giving the faceless face a painful smile. "I'm tired too."

Suddenly, Alicia appeared behind him and gently touched Verso's shoulder. "Why did you run away. It's dangerous that you're here." Verso got up slowly and answered her without turning around. "Look at things as they are, not as you want them to be." Alicia spoke up, raising her voice. "What?" Verso slowly turned and said. "I know you lied to your father. You're going to die here... Why don't you just leave? You can always come back." Alicia clenched her fists, and her voice trembled. "If I leave, my father will destroy this canvas." Verso voice was calm, with a hint of resignation. "It's not worth your life." Alicia tried to reach out to him, gesturing and stepping closer. "What kind of life is it? A lonely life in this shell without a voice or a future?" Verso sighed. "You are Alicia, and you will remain so no matter what, and you don't need this canvas." Alicia stomped her foot, her voice trembling. "But I want to live, to live and not just exist! I want to be here!" Verso lowered his eyes. "Life forces us to make difficult choices." "Don't follow your father's example!" Alicia was agitated, and there were unshed tears in her eyes.

Verso wanted to go back to the faceless boy to stop him and make him stop drawing so that the painting would finally disappear, just like his whole world and his existence, but looking at his trembling sister he hesitated... he knew the right thing to do, he knew what he had to do, but... but he was weak. Maybe he just needed to gain some confidence and then he would finish it... Verso hurriedly left, cursing himself for his momentary weakness. He just needed to clear his mind and calm down.