Now Lina was back in a room. It was square, and would have been completely barren if not for the gigantic canvas against the wall. All across the room as well were all sorts of spilled paints- splotches of nearly every color imaginable littered the floor, the walls, and the person who stood in front of the canvas. She was covered head to toe in it, and a paint brush and pallet were in her hands. The painter was trying to paint the canvas, her face filled with concentration.
This fact itself was interesting enough, for the canvas already had a picture on it- but anyone who looked at it could see why a repainting was in order. The picture was for the most part vastly ugly- it was filled with murky browns and contrasting colors that nearly blinded the eyes, and no constant theme seemed evident anywhere in the piece. There were a few places where the painting was beautiful- but they paled in comparison to the unattractive portions. And the short-haired girl, with her pallet, was trying to redo the landscape. She didn't, however, seem to be doing all too well.
You know, you really can't paint, Lina observed as she walked over and watched the girl's attempts. Suddenly noticing Lina's presence, the girl turned around in surprise, accidentally plastering the upper-left half of Lina with bright yellow paint.
Lina yelled with surprise as she automatically looked around for some sort of device to wipe the paint off with.
Oh! I'm so sorry, Miss! the girl hurriedly apologized. It was an accident! Attempting to help get the paint off, the girl leaned in, but only succeeded in smearing the paint further and splattering Lina's arm with a red spot from her brush.
Lina exclaimed. Watch it!
Aah! Oh no! the girl cried in distress as she saw what she'd done.
It's okay, Lina replied hurriedly before the girl could try to help again. You just return to your painting.
The girl nodded, and resumed attempting her picture, spilling as much paint on the floor and herself as she did on the canvas. It was true what Lina said- she really was a lousy painter.
I know I'm not very good, the girl explained as she began an attempt at a hill, which came out crooked. But I'll get better if I try.
Why attempt in the first place? Lina asked curiously.
the girl replied, I want to make this into a beautiful picture, one that everyone will like. She smiled.
You want to turn that thing into a beautiful picture? Lina asked skeptically, eyeing the piece.
the girl replied with enthusiasm. They all say that I can't do it, and that the picture I have in mind can't ever be made. But they're wrong! I'll make this into the most wonderful picture in the world!
That sounds nice, Lina replied, trying her best to sound encouraging. What... what does your picture look like?
the girl exclaimed, putting a hand into a pocket and pulling out something with a flourish. Lina bent over to look, and gasped. In the girl's hand was a gorgeous miniature painting of a summer day, almost unearthly in it's beauty- the sky was nearly too sky blue, the hills a series of hundreds of different shades of green. There were trees, too, and flowers dotting the landscape- creating a rainbow in their many different colors. The painting also possessed a haunting quality of realism- but looked simply too perfect to ever exist. It could only have been done by a tremendously masterful artist, one who had poured his life into the tiny painting.
Isn't it beautiful? the girl asked, gazing radiantly at the small picture. Lina just nodded in complete and utter agreement. But then, she looked up again.
You- you're actually trying to paint this? she asked in disbelief.
The girl just nodded with determination. I'm trying, she replied. I'll get it eventually... she beckoned to the canvas. And then this picture will be beautiful, too.

You can't paint that,' she thought sadly.
the girl asked, turning. I'm sorry, I wasn't able to hear you.
Oh, I- I didn't say anything, Lina replied. she searched for what to say. Are you sure you want to try to paint that picture? I mean, it'll probably be really hard, and you may not want to get any more paint on you, she pointed out.
The girl swelled up with determination. Of course I'm going to paint this picture! Why should I give up? And I don't mind the paint, she pointed out, smiling. Tilting her head, she raised her brush and resumed attempting to paint her hill. But after a few seconds, she turned abruptly and hopefully looked at Lina. What about you, Miss? Do you have faith in me? Do you think I can?
Lina didn't know what to say, as the painter looked at her expectantly. After a few seconds, she forced her face into a smile.
Yes... I think you can, she replied, feeling a bit guilty for lying. Keep trying, and you'll be able to.
Well... What was I supposed to say?' Lina thought to herself, attempting to quell her doubts about her response as she slowly began to walk toward the canvas. For some reason, she was feeling depressed. Finally reaching the canvas, she peered behind it.
As she had expected, another door was there. Ducking, she crawled behind the canvas over to it, opened it, and went through.