Satomi paused in her painting while she pondered the question. What was she painting? She studied the misty image on her easel as if it wasn't her work and this was the first time she'd ever seen it.

"I'm not sure yet," she admitted somewhat bashfully. "It hasn't told me what it wants to be." Then she seemed to realize just how strange that must sound. "Oh, don't mind me. Eccentric artist talk."