The halls are dark; the walls a blank canvas. I produce my tools and supplies from my backpack, and sit down in front of an empty wall. I pick up the palette first, inspecting it for any leftover paint flaking off. I open the paints and put a small amount of each color of the rainbow, as well as neutral colors in each of the little divots. Picking up a small glass bottle, filled with a clear liquid, I smile. Adding two drops of the solution only, I pick up a small brush and begin to mix the yellow paint/solution mixer together. A faint warm glow illuminates my face. The paint is glowing. Again, I smile to myself, thinking about what I have planned for these bleak walls. After I’ve mixed all of the colors with clear liquid, I dip in a brush that is a little bit bigger than the one I use to mix the paints with. I take a deep breath and make my first stroke on the wall.       Immediately everything gets brighter and a thrill goes through my bones. I dip my brush in color after color. Some of the them mixing and making completely different colors than how I wanted them to be, but that doesn’t matter. Dip after dip, stroke after stroke, my masterpiece comes to life. The hallway is so bright that it almost hurts my eyes. I start to slow down, until I stop. I suddenly stand up, taking a few steps back to look at what I’ve created. It’s as bright as the sun, and more beautiful than anything I’ve ever seen. The primary, secondary, and neutral colors all coming together to make something that looks like a Picasso and a Van Gogh hybrid painting. That’s how indescribable it is. One thing for sure that I can describe is that it’s made out of all triangle shapes; yet it still manages to look round. But the more I examine it, the more something looks off about it. I frown at this wonderful thing I’ve made… or is it so wonderful after all? The more I look, the more it just seems to look uneven, and dull. Suddenly it isn’t as painfully bright, but hollow and cold. I can’t bear to look at it anymore. It’s making my stomach churn. Hurriedly I fling white paint at the wall, trying to cover up my creation as fast as I can. Once done, I pick up my tools and stuff them into my bag, not caring that paint and magic liquid is spilling everywhere. Zipping my bag up, I hastily leave the hallway, never to return.