The world outside, and its splendors!

Scribble, the little scribbled man from the book, looked around. Sparks crackled around his head. Energy fluctuated back and forth between an invisible field and Scribble. His eyes, large compared to his body, blinked. What kind of world is this? He was shocked and fascinated at the same time. Is this... Are these... colors? It's so... colorful! Colorful! Yes, everything around him is so colorful! He is happy, overwhelmed by a wave of joy. He turned around, quickly looking around to see as much as he could. But then he shuddered. He froze and looked into big eyes, glowing red and evil. A roar of laughter erupted, filling the room with echoing sounds. (Impossible, really, given all the little stuff... But the little man simply perceives such sounds differently... 🙈) A large stick is swung in front of him, the evil man utters resounding words, and a burning spark throws Scribble back into the book. He appears as a pencil scribble in the margin of page 213.