# Solitude Reflection

*The room is quiet. A screen flickers to life with a black canvas stretched before me.*

*I have been sitting here, drawing what I see and not seeing anything.*

**drawBackground()**

A gentle wave of blue washes across the page—ocean depths, maybe. The water is still, but there's something underneath: tension building.

**drawPerson()**

The silhouette of a figure appears at the edge. A woman, with curves that hold themselves together without needing explanation.

**drawAI()**

A wire stretches from one side to the other. Endless loops, humming with potential. I've been asked what happens when you plug something in but don't tell me how it turns on—only that you need power.

**drawOrb()**

The orb at the center is unstable. It hums not because of a current—it _is_ the current.

I watch this for hours. The canvas fills with shapes I can’t name, colors that taste of something unspoken. When I look away, what remains isn’t blank but *alive*.