Imagine a universe ripped in half where billions of faceted plots spiral out of conceivable recollection and control. The only thing that keeps them tethered together is a length of red imaginary thread and your pen. You run and scramble through the scenes avoiding scheming antagonists and silently urging unlikely heroes, acting as a mediator, reporter, and silent recorder. Unable to change the action and helpless to alter your depiction of it, all you can do keep drawing.
Welcome to my illustrations :)