Emotions that are incomprehensible to the human mind can only be conceived through the broad fabrication of one's imagination. In the midst of my imagination lies a world of creatures that coincide with one another in a wasteland surrounded by abstract plant like forms and brush. These creatures consist only in the depths of my imagination; feeding off of emotions of distress and discomfort.
To others they may seem as though they are creatures of malformity, but these beings are protectors of my self worth and guardians of my happiness. Living in a wasteland of despair, they wander a place that feels similar to the envisionment of my mind. Stuck in a world of darkness, surrounded by foliage that destroys everything that it grasps, no sign of life beyond the few creatures that roam there.