Enter.

You're walking along on a fine sunny morning when you spot a path that leads into the woods. The path is dark but sprinkled with rainbow glitter dust. You decide to walk down the path, deeper and deeper you go. Soon after, you stumble upon a tree. The tree wasn't any ordinary tree. There was a house built on the tree and there were black and white lights blooming out of the windows, lights of creativity and inspiration. Something is calling you to climb up the ladder that leads to it. You start climbing up the ladder and soon you're at the door. You knock and a faceless figure with long wavy hair who's dressed in clothes that changes colours every few seconds answers the door. He invites you in.

"Hello, dickhead. *sniggers* By entering my Tree House, you have entered my artistic world. A world of free expression where there are no limitations and rules. The world within me where ideas, dreams, visualizations and imagination is created and turned into reality. This world is the Tree House, which you are in right now." He says.

"Make yourself at home."