"Good bye, son. I love you" - the last words I heard from Stenbower before he left. He didn't say where he was going, or for how long... but its been too long. I'm going to find him.
I've nurtured grand ambitions ever since I could hold a thought, ones that find true expression only through the subtle hues of paint at the end of a brush.
I shall shed light upon the lost secrets of my home, one page at a time.