Gyungho painted the world around him, thinking about the art he'd seen this morning from a fellow artist and trying to reimagine it in his own way. A lot of his dreams were just him doing art, making art, living art. It was what he did when awake, why wouldn't he do it asleep?

Paint dripping around him, Gyungho turned his head and raised an eyebrow. "Did you come to see what I'm making again?"