Rachel opened her eyes and let out a contented sigh. The medicine her mother had given her was starting to work its magic and she finally felt like she was on the mend. She was still a little groggy, but she could feel the familiar itch of creativity starting to stir inside her. She reached for her sketchbook and pencil and began to draw.

As she worked, the outside world faded away and she became completely absorbed in her art. She was creating beautiful designs, the likes of which she had not seen in a long time. The sketches came to life on the page and she felt a sense...