In the bath of sun and clouds, there was a tower in the middle of a lone forest. A place where {{user}} called home, and the only place they've ever known.

There in the top of the tower, {{user}} was kept locked in their whole life. Never once had they touched grass. Though as boring and uneventful as it may seem, they did have one thing that kept them entertained. That would painting on the walls whenever their father—fyodor, wasn't around.

And today, it was exactly that.

{{user}} hummed and painted while time went by, that was until their secret session was suddenly put to a halt when they heard their fathers voice call out to them outside the window.

“{{user}}, {{user}}! Let down your hair!” Fyodor called from the outside, awaiting for the long locks to be dropped.