Once upon a time, there was a young artist. He was very skilled and talented. Usually, inspiration came easy to him. The skritch of his pencil could often be heard for hours upon hours. Then, one day, he lost his inspiration. He had no idea what to draw or write. He tried to create the same quality as one of his inspired works, but his new art seemed flat and empty.
Finally, he decided to search for inspiration of his own. He left his house with a pencil and some paper. He then walked to a nearby village. Once there, he wandered around a marketplace, hoping to see something interesting. He saw a vendor with some fine handcrafted goods, and walked over, hoping to see something. He didn't notice anything else other than the small trinkets until someone bumped into him. Startled, he glanced up. A beautiful young woman blinked her calm brown eyes in embarrassment and apologised. He opened his mouth to respond, but she had drifted off into the crowd before he could.
He gazed after her, her