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Leo arrived soon after, bouncing into the room with his usual energy, carrying a small stack of drawings. “Mama! Papa! Look at what I made!” he exclaimed. I knelt to examine the pictures, boats, castles, suns, and small stick figures holding hands. My chest warmed at the sight. “They’re beautiful, Leo. You’ve done a wonderful job.”

The other children were busy working on their assignments, but Hibiki’s mind was already somewhere else—he had been thinking about the treehouse he had drawn at home the night before. His teacher, Mrs. Nakamura, had asked them to draw something that represented their imagination, and Hibiki had spent the entire evening sketching a dreamlike treehouse—one with twisting vines, brightly colored windows, and a ladder made of vines that seemed to lead straight to the clouds. The treehouse was a magical place, a world of possibilities where adventure could happen at any moment.

Perceptive kid. She releases me and goes back to her picture. “What are you drawing?” I ask. “A forest.” She says. “Forests are dark though. Not bright like a garden.” “Forests can be very dark.” I say, nodding my head. “But they can bright and beautiful too. There are green trees and grass, and butterflies, and birds.” Grace’s face lights up a bit. “Butterflies? Where?” I point to a blank spot on the page. “You could put them there. A bunch of them.”

I have never entered that room since I showed it to her and it seems enticing to me now. I turned the doorknob before walking to the spacious room. I went to the drawing board in the middle of the room instantly and there is a blank sheet clipped to the board. My eyes looked around the table just beside the board and I noticed the stack of papers that are lying there. I picked the stack up and looked through it. Adele has sketched on these papers. I smiled as I looked through her drawing. There is the drawing of a bird, an elephant, the sunrise, the beach, weird trees that did not turn out well, a dream catcher, and so other drawings on these papers. My hand stopped when I picked up a drawin

Sinclair, the visual teacher, approached me. I felt shy at her comment and wondered if she was telling the truth or just being kind to me. I settled for the last thought. She led me towards the picture booth. "I'll do good, Ms. Sinclair," I said after she walked off, right after showing me the picture booth box. She nodded, and I slapped my head, wishing I'd said nothing. I haven't been here for five minutes, and I'm already showing my weirdness. I cursed myself. Shortly, couples were popping up, and the party began. Some came to take pictures. Since the school couldn't afford a better picture booth machine. I had to be the one to collect the cash they had to pay before taking a picture.

I turned to face her and followed my gaze to where she had it: the ceiling. It was a mixture of the day and night sky, the sun, the moon and the stars were mixed with the gray and white clouds, it was something beautiful, the most beautiful painting I had ever seen. “She was a great artist. I didn't reply, but he was absolutely right. I found a small folder compared to the paintings, where there were drawings with charcoal and others with pencil. One better than another. It seems that he really likes to draw landscapes, animals, castles, angels and abstract things, and the occasional demon. The latter were impressive, truly terrifying if they existed.

Max asked, his hands busy hugging a large box of new drawing supplies. "What, baby?" I asked, knowing he wouldn't wait for my answer before continuing. "I'm going to draw a tall mountain, a big ship, and a dinosaur that's friends with a robot!" he squealed with delight, his eyes sparkling. "I have lots of drawing paper now, Mommy. Doctor Jacob is so cool. He gave me all this!" I chuckled, shaking my head lightly. "Be careful not to use too much of your paper, Max. You should save some for later."

the man continued. Lucas thought for a while before replying, “Actually, this is not the only thing I can draw. I can also draw other things.” “Oh?” The man was baffled. He had not expected Lucas to not make way for them; he realized that the young man was not there to scribble a couple of dragons on the ground. “Then, I’d like to know. Besides those dragons and that bead, what else can you draw?” There was a playful look on the man’s face.

It swirled in lazy patterns with every step I took, making it obvious no one had been in here for years. The stillness in the air felt heavy and untouched, as if the room itself had been holding its breath, waiting for someone to return and disturb it. Drawings covered the walls, some pinned haphazardly while others were curled at the edges where the adhesive had failed. They depicted all kinds of things, but the majority were creatures twisted, nightmarish things with too many limbs, hollow eyes and gaping mouths lined with jagged teeth. Among the creatures were strange Landscapes places that looked warped and wrong, as if reality had stretched too thin. There were also people, some drawn i

Necessary things. The purple dinosaur blanket with one corner fraying. Her favorite pajamas with the peeling rainbow print. A stack of crayon drawings, rolled and smudged, each signed in crooked letters: ZOE. She laid them out on the desk one by one, flattening the curls at the corners with her palm. A smiling sun. A house with crooked windows. One with three stick figures: Mommy, Zoe, and someone in a suit with a question mark for a face.