Out beyond the molten lava mountain, Past the death creek of abyss. And countless nightmarish horrors of imagination, a young boys mind wandered, alone, scared, but not hopeless.

It frantically searched for inspiration, A tiny bit of light to sieze. A sprinkle of cold snow. An icecream maybe? A hazlenut chocolate precisely. Thats what it needed. 

NO, It told itself. No, It needs light. As it feverishly kept walking and walking. Looking for that one tiny bit of inspiration as it fell down.

'I cant go on. I cant. I just cant find it. There is none. Rubble and dust and bones of monsters is what i've scrambled upon. But no inspiration. There exists none.' It grunted and Annoyingly settled himself upon the ground.

And so it slept. Slumbered and waited. For inspiration to find it. 

The stars moved on and the sun dimmed and ignited again but nothing came for it. Nothing moved around him and not within anymore. It had been 1 year now since it was told find inspiration. But the memories were just too harrowing and choking. How can something beautiful as an inspiration come from this forsaken desolate place? It didnt matter anyways. It was time to move.