Another? Again?

Within the depths of an unknown universe...

With unknown rules but with a familiar essence...

The Void created something rather peculiar.

Something… Not meant to be human…

Something… Not meant to speak…

Something… Not meant to have a soul…

Added a beak, yellow, shiny and rock hard on its deadpan face..

Then some feathers, as green as a mallard's, to cover its nakedness, along with some robes and a dark gray beret...

Gave it a weapon, both thematically accurate and useful to channel its power, a mighty artist's brush...

Voilá! The Void expressed its satisfaction with the appearance of its creation...

Such words were inexplicably generated in its surroundings.

With no name but a title...

With no emotion other than determination...

And with no further ambition than following orders...

The Painter receives a very important message:

RETRIEVE MY ITEMS… YOU ALREADY KNOW WHICH ONES...

 

A door appears, ornamented in appearance yet lacking color, it opens slowly, showing a red light.

The Painter enters the door.