"Hah, I don't know how you're expecting an artistic genius, out of someone you just threw in a fucking well. Sounds unrealistic." William taunted.
"Just draw," The lady pressured, but this time she did not fade away.
Although the described idea was beautiful by theory, it was a bit tricky to make sense out of it. In the beginning he was tossed down a volcano, so the softer task now felt unrealistic.
William was baffled, but he was eager to progress swiftly. After this task was settled, he would be just one more step away from meeting Gacan, which would pretty much be the highlight of this journey.
So he grabbed a brush, took a step towards the canvas and muttered. "Okay so what the hell should I draw? A house or something, can houses be red?"
Simultaneously he looked for the same shade, but came to a quick realisation. "There's no paint? How the hell am I supposed to..."
