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a piece of paper lays underneath leshy's pillow, unnoticed.

one day, as he reaches underneath, he finds it.

his hands cross it, but detect no physical signs of writing.

merely a blank sheet of painter's paper.

...

isn't he supposed to do something with this?

he reaches into the mud.

he has not seen mud in many years. the crown could not give him sight, even if he was a god. he could only sense its presense and know it was there.

now, without the crown, he could see nothing.

mud, he remembered, was brown. what was brown again?

it had been so long, he could not remember.

his muddy fingers scrape the paper, forming some sort of shape that he does not know.

what is he doing?

time time time later he still holds the paper. his hand is devoid of mud.

he does not know what is on it, whatever it may be.

i miss painting, he might think, if he could remember something so long ago.

on the paper is a perfectly drawn, muddy crown.

in the center is a triangular eye, stained green with grasses.

leshy leaves the paper outside to blow away in the hot nighttime breeze.