The Awakening of Azure

In a world made of pencils and paper, a girl named Azure began to

wake. She held a single rose, a splash of red in her

yellow and green world. Her long neck tilted as she breathed in the

imaginary scent of the bloom. Beauty is not found in realism, but in the

heart of the artist's stroke. And so, the drawing lived, a masterpiece of

whim and wonder.