I Steal The System

The Painting World's Entrance

Lucius stared in disbelief at the sight unfolding before him, a stark contrast to anything he'd ever seen. He had lived two lifetimes but had never come across a world as green and vibrant as this one. There was no pollution, none of the black, cloying factory smoke he was used to seeing every day.

"Where am I?" He murmured, gazing at the unspoiled landscape stretching out before him. It was serene and beautiful, enticing him to become a part of it.

He reached out to touch a leaf, dew still clinging to it, indicating the early morning hour. "This is real," he muttered, trying to reconcile this new world with his past experiences.

A sound caught his attention, and he quickly ascended a nearby tree, settling on a branch to investigate its source. He spotted a young boy, around five years old, playfully pointing at a grasshopper jumping from one leaf to another. The child was accompanied by a woman, presumably his mother, holding an infant.

Lucius watched as the small family interacte