Wandering-Art

A quiet, peaceful existence. In my first fifteen years of life, I never had any sort of hardship that made me more aware of my self and the world around me. Perhaps that's why I felt like I was just a cloud drifting slowly past the world. I was at the point in my life where I began wanting more and I wondered when I would find that special something that would unfurl my destiny right before my feet. It was then end of summer, year X777, when I just so happened to walk through Magnolia's town square. There was a large bit of wall space that the mayor wanted a mural painted on to brighten up the square, but hadn't found a suitable artist until