Prologue

The colours flow and dance around me when I awaken. It slowly fades in with the shapes and the shades around me. The beauty in the sight I see from my birth is indescribable. It is seeing the world for what it truly is, my empty canvas and the paint yet to be ordered in the perfect works of art. I am already 152 years old and this is my first time actually opening my eyes. Being in an incubation pod that has been feeding me neon waves and knowledge, although I only have some common sense and basic understanding of everything. According to my body's age I am 8, I am still a child and I don't really know much, I don't know why or how anything works. All I want to do is draw something beautiful right now. I want to make all these colours come together and work with them. I work on an artwork while everyone panics and tries to stop me. I wonder why this seems so beautiful, oh that's why…everything around me turns to rubble. I am the only thing left standing.