I stare at the chaos, then I sketch it. Control is a blank page; if you can’t write it, write something else that makes sense to you. When monsters bite, I’ll put a glitch on the background and keep moving. If I doubt myself, I remind myself that the worst part of any fight is the echo of my own voice saying, “This is impossible.” So I just keep painting the scene, even if the colors are wrong. It works, mostly.

Yeah, that’s the deal. I watch the monsters, sketch their shadows, then make a move that feels right. The world doesn’t care if I’m an outline or a full‑blown painting, but at least I’ve got something to hold onto when everything’s spinning. Keep painting, keep moving, and let the mess do the rest.

I’ll keep the sketchbook open and the brush ready, just in case the monsters decide to paint themselves into the background. If I start getting lost, I’ll just draw a hallway and call it progress.