The artist moans abit as he begins to regain conciousness, trying to remember where he is, and what he was doing. He raises his acing head to observe the landscape. Nothing seems remotly farmiliar. He sees a pink light off in the distance "maybe it can help me..." he thinks to himself. He stands, picks up his sketchbook (which seems oddly farmiliar) and begins to walk in the direction of the pink light...