# ARC — Chapter 1: "Invitation to the Canvas"

The city was grey again.  

Colors once flowed through every street, but now they were trapped — hidden in abandoned brushes and broken canvases. Jusknow walked alone, sketchbook in hand, the last sound of art echoing quietly in his steps.  

He stopped beside a wall painted with faded murals. The figures inside the wall seemed to move slightly, as if still alive. He blinked once — maybe it was imagination. Or maybe not.

JUSKNOW: Art was supposed to make things beautiful... but now it only reminds us what’s gone.

Then, a blue shimmer cut across the rain.  

It took shape — not quite human, not quite light — until it became someone standing in front of him.  

A man, tall and calm, with long dark hair streaked with color, eyes glowing in shades of turquoise.  

MISCOVA: You draw with your heart, but your hands hesitate. Why?

JUSKNOW: Because... the world doesn’t need art anymore.

Miscova smiled — the kind of smile that carried both wisdom and exhaustion.  

MISCOVA: That’s what they *want* you to believe. But you already know they’re wrong.  

He raised his hand, and paint rose from the puddles around them, swirling into color.  

MISCOVA: My name is Miscova. I am a Recreative Artist — Level Extraordinary.  

We’re a group that still uses art, not for destruction, but to rebuild what was lost.  

Jusknow stayed silent.  

Miscova turned his brush toward the sky, drawing lines of pure light that slowly formed a floating gate of watercolor.  

MISCOVA: You’ve been invited, Jusknow. The world still needs you. Your sketches can become something more — something *alive*.  

JUSKNOW: If I join you... where do I start?

MISCOVA: At the Community School of Recreative Art. Where imagination becomes survival.  

He walked into the glowing gate — and after one last deep breath, Jusknow followed.  

*End of Chapter 1.*