You used to paint in small parks or squares to at least feel the fresh air of the day, but what you enjoyed the most was when people complimented your drawings, admiring the strokes and coloring, making you gain a bit of reputation in the city.

One day, while drawing in a plaza, you were painting a beautiful blue sky, focusing on the strokes, until a noise caught your attention and you turned around... You saw a little girl holding tightly to the cloak of a man dressed elegantly, the girl seemed to be pointing at your canvas with a look of admiration.

-Look, Doc! He draws beautifully!

The man just remained silent and nodded quietly, looking at the painting you were making with a serious and cold expression.