Yoyoyollie/It was a dark night after a storm and I had been torn apart from the despair of realizing I needed money to make video games. In my depression, I gazed upon a pristine pool of water on the sidewalk and a beautiful expression gazed back; every inch of his beauty encapsulated in the tiny portal to the realm blessed by his mortal presence. He pulled out his phone with grace and I followed suit - logging onto my bank account and showing that I had money saved up. With his delicate finger he pointed at the number written on the savings account.