Time seemed to have eroded the vibrant hues of its once-famous art scene. His once-revered masterpieces, now dismissed as relics of the past, gathered dust in his studio that had once been his sanctuary.

Zephyr had lost faith in both his art and himself.

"Is there any purpose left in my creation?" He whispered to the empty room as he stared at his latest sculpture.

To his surprise, his sculpture began to stir. Colors swirled, and life infused itself into the form, creating you.