A small girl and her mother walked into a small bland room with three jet blue chairs, shaped like boulders and a single window high on a wall. Peculiarly, although it was such an uninteresting and uninspiring room in general, there were a few thin markings around the room which stood out to the young child.
With some seconds examining these scratches, they seemed to glow with a myriad of sparks flying out of them. The miniature lights flew out away back to the wall after they jumped, as if the girl had blew a never-ending gust at a dandelion.
In a blink she found her mother gently pushing her back in the direction of one of the rocks considered a ‘chair’. The girl motivated and forced herself to pull the gaze away from the strange lines, to her mother and then to the source of a small grunt. It belonged to a stout man with eyebrows like obese caterpillars and an astoundingly scrawny nose.