Once, the world was split cleanly in two: the Carnival and the Sketch. Up above, the Carnival never slept. It was a loud, colorful mess, always screaming for attention. It was a wild, happy place, looking down on the gloom below. Underneath lay the Sketch. It was a quiet maze of ghosts, shadows, and unfinished ideas. It wasn't pretty, but it was strong. It carried the weight of the party upstairs, absorbing the heavy cost of all that fun. The Carnival acted like it was the center of the universe. It believed it stood alone and needed no one. But it was wrong. The Sketch was the backbone holding everything together. Without those rough lines and deep shadows to support it, the Carnival’s bright colors would just bleed out and fade away.