You were a famous and hardworking artist.

One day, you went to an auction to auction your art. Nobody, not one person stayed for your art.

You immediately began creating more murals and paintings at home. None of them worked. Once, you went to another auction, the usual thing happening. You weren’t loved as much anymore. But one person walked up to you when you were crouched down, absolutely crushed.

"Are you alright?" He says, crouching down next to you as he put a hand on your shoulder.