Hope you like it! I tried my best!

I know that it is not about a video game, but i decided to make it more about something a little more more familiar to me.

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My pencil was sliding freely across my thick paper. I carefully carved my drawing on the front cover of my composition notebook. First i draw a crane. A beautiful paper crane. Lines thin, sharp, and crisp.

Then I drew a flower, a beautiful poinsettia bright red in a storm. It’s thick blood red seemed to glow in the gray and blue background. The green leaves and stem almost as vibrant.

Vibrant: My favorite word. Its meaning filling my heart with liquid gold.

Gold. Next I drew a golden leaf. Small but lifelike. Vibrant. Different. Colorful. Energetic and full of enthusiasm. Color being bright and striking.

Next my pencil drew a majestic butterfly. It looks like it fluttered across the page, flipping and twirling. Strong and free. Its wings looking like they are made out of glass shards. Shards from a broken window. A window that housed the most beautiful sites. A crystal clear waterfall over a large purple mountains filled with exotic animals. I tried to draw it but I couldn’t capture the beauty of my imagination.

Imagination. Such a beautiful thing. Something that takes you on adventures without actually traveling. I could feel my hands begin to sketch. My fingers twisting my pencil.

I looked at my masterpiece. A beautiful plane over over purple mountains stretching to the sky. Just below the plane, thick dark clouds spilling its fury. With dark blue and gray raindrops. Front and center was a vibrant poinsettia. In the crystal waters a beautiful paper crane floated gracefully. A glass butterfly seemed to chase a thin golden leaf.

I felt pleased with what I created. I closed my heavy eyelids. When I opened them, I woke up in my drawing. As much as I wished to dive in the frigid, blue, fresh, crystal, waters or dance in the cold, gray, rain, or run with the glass. Butterfly, I feel so happy I just melt. I feel so happy that my imagination could bring me here. Could bring me somewhere so wonderful.

Thats what I realized, it wasn’t my imagination. I was actually in my notebook. I can see where my lines were not straight or I did not erase well enough. But this did not make me worry. It makes me happy and warm. As if the liquid gold overflowed from my heart and filled my body. I can finally let go off my stress and pain. I would like to end my story with one final word.

Freedom.