There was a time when the world was divided into two halves: Carnival and Sketch. Above, Carnival, a vibrant chaos, loud and desperate to be seen. An overwhelming, joyful, and carefree place; an untamed place that looked down on its other half with disdain. Below lay Sketch: a labyrinth of concepts, ghosts, and unfinished projects. It bore the weight of others' fun, carrying on its shoulders the excesses of those who never look down. Carnival believed itself to be the king of the world, convinced that it needed nothing more than its own existence. But it forgot that it is Sketch that underpins its reality and that, without it, its colors and joy would vanish into nothingness.