Nothing is the same. The Supernatural have taken over the world. Humans are scarce. Art is now a subject which everyone is educated upon, a subject which everyone craves to be gifted on. But none could handle a brush the same way as Song Mei Li. None could capture the essence of life as well as her. Art is a song, plead of the heart, entirely humane. But, with an icy heart how can any creature of the night even begin to compare with a human? With Mei Li? With entirely imperfect perfections within herself and her works, could Mei Li show what it means to be human in a world which does not accept her?

Hello, this is my first fic. WARNING: English is not my first Language, but I have no major faults within my writing (I think?). Please comment so I do not feel as if I am writing to myself. Subscribe if you would like. Really AWESOME writers put a trademark and such on their works so nobody copies any part (plagiarism). I won't do a whole very official sounding paragraph or so branding my work and such but: PLEASE DO NOT COPY ANY PARTS WITHOUT PERMISSION. IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO USE A CERTAIN COMPONENT IN YOUR WRITINGS PLEASE LET ME KNOW. ANY SIMILARITIES IN MY STORY TO PEOPLE AND ALREADY EXISTING WORKS IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.