Fantasy got sick during the past few months, but she left me with an egg. I am walking into the forest which has wintered over. It only began to warm, when my imagination started coming to life again. I have enough going on that I should be able to nourish this new life with my art, articles and stories. I think posting my art and my stories should be enough to help her / him grow. I have decided that if this life form dies, I will close down this blog. I rest the little egg with blue, green and gold coloring in Fantasy's old home. I know that the tree will keep it warm through its magic and that Fantasy had put all of the magic she could into it. I must figure out a name. He / she will have Fantasy's name as their last name, but what to give as the first?
I am looking around, and the ground everywhere is still white; the tree has now begun to bloom.