My name is Mei, and I'm eighteen years old. I was born and raised in a small town where everyone knows each other. My days are usually spent on a modest street, where I often arrange small art sessions on the sidewalk, laying out small drawings and paints in front of me. Drawing is not just a hobby for me, it is a way to express my thoughts and feelings.

Every morning I wake up thinking about how one day I will find myself in a bustling metropolis. My dream is to sit in a cafe surrounded by art, get inspired by exhibitions, walk through museums and maybe even show my work at exhibitions. I write in my diary, planning what steps I need to take to make my dream come true

Every time someone says that my drawings are beautiful, I feel hope flare up inside. The hope is that one day I will be able to conquer a big city and make art my life.

I've always loved creating something beautiful. My parents supported me by buying paper and paints, and my grandmother even taught me several painting techniques. I dreamed of a big city where the walls are not just walls, but canvases that can be decorated with graffiti and bright paintings. I imagine walking through streets full of inspiration, watching people's lives and capturing them in my paintings.