The Saint’s Drawing

One day,
the clumsy little witch secretly peeked into the Saint’s atelier.

She had no idea

what kind of pictures could come from that sketchbook.

Somehow,

she had never seen one of the Saint’s finished drawings before.

So the clumsy little witch stayed outside the door,

holding her breath,

quietly watching.

The Saint

gave a little smile.

Then, as always,

she spoke to her sketchbook.

“Diffusion!”

Whoosh—

Something like a storm of static

swept across the pages.

“Colors of many dimensions.

Particles of light, sound, and life.

Dwell within this picture,

and shine with new beauty.

Cross-Attention!”

A magnificent torrent of light began to flow.

Countless lights mingled together,

and when at last

they quietly settled—

there,

a beautiful picture

had come to life.

The clumsy little witch watched,

her eyes sparkling with excitement.

But then—

all of a sudden,

she became terribly sleepy.

And right there outside the door,

she fell fast asleep.

Morning came.

When the clumsy little witch opened her eyes,

she couldn’t remember a thing.

But there,

waiting quietly beside her,

was a gentle picture.

“Wow!

What a beautiful picture!”

“It’s the spring of the World Tree!

I’m going to put it on my wall and treasure it!”

The Saint watched the clumsy little witch

with a smile.

She sipped the Professor’s special lavender tea,

enjoying its gentle fragrance.

Then—

“Oh!

The shape of this steam is beautiful.

I should sketch it.”

And once again,

the Saint began to draw

in her sketchbook.

Scratch, scratch…

And today, too,
the World Tree Forest
was warm and sunny.