:: i am the muse from which it springs ::

i'm the one that wakes her up in a flash of inspiration at 3 am. i am the one who makes her erase one stroke 13 times because it isn't the angle i intended. i'm the wretched little sprite who keeps her chained in the chair till she's about worn through with exhaustion, telling her it's almost done, just five minutes more.

i'm the one largely responsible for this being here today. nice to make your acquaintance.

:: giggles and hides under a mossy stone ::