Traversing across the land in my purple balloon, gliding over the deterioration in the clouds. Brush in hand to light up the darkness for the fairies twinkling upon the swamp beasts. Swiftly splashing colors aloft the neglected twilight. Always searching for the hidden treasures in the woods. Listening to the the rustling of the silent ones passing into the night. Sipping tea on a branch with the ghosts passing time withering away as serpents tear upon the shadows of the universe.