Barbaric in nature, a sheer reflection of untamed spirit and primal instincts, I stand before the vast canvas of existence, yearning not for the refined instruments of artistry, but for any tool, any medium that would allow me to unleash this raw energy within. Just give me something to draw with! It matters not whether it's a sophisticated pen that glides across the surface with precision, a stick of charcoal that smudges and blurs, creating shadows and depth, or even the simplest of tools – a finger dragged through the dust, leaving a trail of expression in its wake. My...