there's a female out there be it young or old, who will appear to you at a time of great need. The girl is said to carry strange art tools and a bag of comforts. Clothing plain, she will come up to you and ask if she may turn your visage into paper. You will feel as if you are back in fondest memory, like spilling secrets to close friends. You will find your self telling her everything that hurts you as she paints. When she has finished the piece, you will have finished your story, long or short leaves advice so precious, and always you are left with peace of mind. Afterwards she will disappear, and you will be fine. Maybe not right away but someday. Someday.