In a town there is a young fox, his name is Mess.

  His situation is peculiar, he is not normal, yet he lives with a human family.

  He schemes all day and night, barely stopping to eat or sleep.

  His schemes are not malicious, but creative; he schemes to push others to make art, music, and to accomplish their dreams.

  He should be happy, but he lacks something in his life.

  So he sets off this night like the previous ones, searching for something elusive.

  Mess walks through the town, his 4 paws hitting the stone ground beneath him making a clacking sound.

  To describe the town, it’s vibrant and beautiful at night, with countless stalls populating the streets. The stalls are of various colors and shapes, some temporary, some not.

  The stalls sell many things in this part of town, spices, things to make you spry, things that people would die for if they were not in abundance.

  Mess is used to sights such as street performers, fortune tellers, and the like.

  Despite the familiarity of the area, the layout is novel and subject to change each night.

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  Mess has spent countless hours searching for what he lacks, for what he needs, but he is unsure what exactly that is.

  This night he will find what he seeks.

  Fuori has spent the past few days searching for inspiration, slime, and more tasty rocks.

  These are the important tasks of such a cat.

  Eventually Fuori runs across something that is somewhat new. Said something is seemingly similar to themselves, at least in appearance.

  I have been searching, but my quest seems for naught.

  I haven’t found any clues on what inspiration is, other than one person telling another that they are an inspiration.

  I thought of asking them about that, but they just ran away when I asked.

  How peculiar.

  I also tried seeing if these books have any useful information on inspiration, but they do not.

  Not to say that they aren’t helpful, I have increased my vast lexicon.

  Also, I learned of this place, there are hero’s and villains.

  Which am I is what I wonder.

  There is also this very confusing book that has weird things called “poems”, and they make no sense!

  The card, it isn’t plain, but yet it is so.

  Why the unease I feel?

  Who made it so?

  Why is it wrong? Is it something horrible?

  It’s just a card! Just a bit wrong.

  Whoever made it knows and doesn’t. What are they doing?

  The text is wrong. So wrong.

  The words are from somewhere strange. Understandable.

  When I decipher; my thoughts.

  I read in the book about poems, they are supposed to rhyme, but I don’t understand the purpose. This one doesn’t even?!?

  Poems are confusing, just like my quest for inspiration for the man.

  What was his name?

  I don’t think I even learned it.

  It’ll be fine, I’ll ask him later.

  Eventually I get one answer out of one particularly strange person, that inspiration is the key to what makes a great artist.

  They also asked me if I wanted some, I was confused and they refused to answer any questions claiming i’m a cop?

  I did leave them, but they confused me.

  I also notice that there is a strange being following me.

  They are quite a bit more similar to me than the people, maybe I should say hello?

  So I say “hello”

  They stumble backwards and fall off a ledge, directly into some type of container with various soft things.

  While falling, they knock a bit of paint onto a canvas, the splatter looks quite like a human head. How odd, does paint always do this.

  Ignoring them, I put a little bit of paint on the canvas with my paw, and it resembles not much in particular.

  Hmm…

  Could this strange yet normal being be inspiration?

  They must be!

  This is a great piece of information!

  I need to discover more.

  I shall take them back to the man.