In the beginning, I was nothing. Absolutely nothing. I did not exist at all. I had no name, no identity, I was basically nothing. Well, not until a pointy black-tipped thing came down and touched a white surface. The black-tipped thing was huge, and me, being merely a tiny dot, did not know how large it was. I look around me. Everywhere around me was white, and the whiteness stretched across...I don't even know where! It was like a whole piece of land...all to myself! I look at the black-pointed thing.

The thing did not leave the white surface. Instead, it dragged itself across the surface, me now being a line. I watch in wonder at how much I had grown, and how fast I grew. I smile, delighted. But I jump a little in alarm as the pointy thing leaves the white surface. No, don't leave! I think frantically. Instead of going away, it moves to the other end of me. I let out a sigh of relief.

The black thing continues dragging itself along the white surface, and with each passing second, I grow bigger.

"It's dinner time!" I hear a loud voice call.

"Coming! Hold on a moment, I'm drawing! " Another yet booming voice shouts back.

Drawing... is that what this is called...? I wonder. I guess I'm beginning to like this "drawing" thing. Without having time to react, the black pointy thing falls down right beside me, and I hear a loud thump-thump, then everything falls silent. I look at the pointy thing. Pencil... I read. I stare at the black thing curiously, which is known as a "Pencil".

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I flutter awake as I hear another loud thump-thump. The Pencil gets up, but there is something attached to it. It's a light tan color, and it wraps itself around the Pencil. The Pencil touches down onto the white surface, and it starts dragging itself around. As I watch, I can't help but notice that the light tan thing seems to be controlling The Pencil. The more the Pencil draws, the larger I become. Finally, I look around the white surface around me. It is much smaller, and I realize that I have grown bigger. Suddenly, the Pencil slams down beside me.

"Done!" Something whispers. "Eyes, nose, mouth, head, body, arms, legs, hands, feet," it mutters, pointing the Pencil to each part of me.

I look at myself. I had each of those parts. But when I look back at the Pencil, it disappeared. I look around myself. How...? I wonder. But then something else comes in, with a tinge of green. It is hairy at the tip, and seems to have the same wooden handle as the Pencil. I look cluelessly at the hairy thing. It dips itself in a container of clear liquid, and slowly comes down to me.

I watch as the green tipped thing comes in contact with me. I get a weird but nice feeling. The Brush, as I've called it in my head, dips itself into the liquid again, and dips itself into blue and brushes itself on me. Then red. Then black. Then pink. Then orange, then many colors more. With every stroke, it makes me want more. Then I get another feeling. This indescribable feeling that feels so different. A feeling of Wonder.

Life.

Emotion.

Amazement.

Color.