I want to paint a mysterious, magic moon dragon, flying above the sparkly clouds.

I want to paint the impossibility of blooming trees talking continuously as the wind blows their mesmerizing words away. 

I want to paint the memory of waves crashing into each other like they’re having a fight.

I want to paint the sound of a swift phoenix, screeching as it hovers over the mystical sunset.

I want to paint the smell of the fragile forest, protecting it from magical creatures that can destroy its power.