The Doodlesphere was a mess. Each (portal) island was uneven and had cracks all throughout them. In the midst of the ruined Doodlesphere, there was the so called protector. Sitting criss-crossed on its back. Nobody knows what had happened, its paint vials just stopped being refilled, the protector was now a lazy slob who never did anything. An emotionless. It looked around the Doodlesphere, or turned its head. It saw all in its home. It saw a figure in the distance. Nobody ever came here.