The mountains and rivers lie in ruins, so I pick up my brush and paint the realm anew.
The gods must be slain, so with a stroke of my brush, I cut them down!
The game of chess is a maze. If I cannot see through it while trapped inside, then I will fight my way out.
The mortal world is full of love. I would gladly lie drunk in a warm, tender embrace, even if I never woke again!
Actually, this is a romance story...
