The Curse of Imagination (English Version)

Do You Like Cartoons?

I opened my eyes. I was on the ground, my face turned against the floor.

I raised myself, I was in my room. The whitish light penetrated the window, illuminating the bed. Particles of dust floated in the air. I looked around, everything was cold, faded. The furniture, the cupboard and the drawings hanging on the wall were gray. I raised my arms and looked at my palms, they too had no color. I approached the desk, the computer, the graphics tablet, the headphones and everything else covered with a layer of dust. What was happening? I opened the door, the hinges creaked. It was as if it had not been open for years. I went out of the room and headed for the kitchen. Everything was covered in dust and the colors had disappeared.

It seemed to be ... a dream. I approached the window and looked out. I tried to open the window, but it was locked. With a snap, I unlocked the rusty hinges and opened it. The sky extended to infinity, and beneath it ... it towered over a dark and bottomless abyss.

I walked away from the window. Where the hell was I?

I approached the exit of the apartment. I opened the door, the stairs were cracked and the railings were rusty. I did not hear any noise coming from the other apartments, the whole building was uninhabited. I went down the stairs, I approached the front door and opened it slowly.

It seemed to be hanging in the sky for miles and miles, but there was no ground beneath me. Only a dark abyss.

I closed the door and turned around.

I noticed that, under the stairs, there was a wooden door that there had never been there.

I approached the door, suddenly, I realized something strange. It seemed ... drawn

The door opened, I found myself in front of a series of stairs. I went downstairs and found myself in a small room. The floor was covered with a wooden carpet. On the ground, there was a hole indicated by a sign with a question mark imprinted on it. I approached the hole and looked inside, it went down deep.

I felt the sound of a piano re-echoing.

I had to enter. I sat down and put my legs inside. Then I put on the pelvis, with the aid of the arms pushed me down and, slowly, I managed to rub along in the hole.

After about nine feet, I reached the exit. With a thud I fell to the ground, I could not see anything in front of me.

I turned around, and I saw a dozen drawing tables lined up neatly. Each table was lit by a lamp. Sitting at the desks, there were men intent on drawing. I approached a table, the man was drawing, but every time he traced a line with the pencil, this was erased immediately afterward, leaving the paper seems empty. He stopped to draw and looked at me, his face was blurred, but I understood he was smiling.

Then he went back to drawing, tracing wavy lines on the sheet, which were erased immediately afterward. I went to the tables, the men stopped drawing and smiled at me.

On the left, there was a turntable that produced a piano song. The vinyl was spinning slowly, screeching from time to time. In front of me, there was a man standing,

holding a sheet of paper that seemed to be a script.

The man watched me, his face blurred but I knew he too was smiling. On the shirt, he had a plaque engraved with "Antony Renraw, executive producer"

It was him, he was the director of Deep Well animation studios... and they were the missing animators. The man disappeared before my eyes, dust particles scattered in the air.

Suddenly, I heard laughing behind me.

I turned around, the drawing desks, the lamps, and all the animators had disappeared into thin air. In their place, there was Toby... in front of me.

He stared at me gleefully.

I approached even more while trembling.