Time to Believe
by Kim McFarland
It was a dark and stormy night. The rattle of the rain on the roof and the intermittent rolling thunder blended with the heartbeat-like thumping of the Ink Machine and the creaking of the ink pipes.
The pipes permeated the entirety of Joey Drew Studios, from the roof to the system of caverns below, circulating ink like blood through a body. A few had suspected that more than ink moved through the pipes. If only they knew.
There was a time when it was nothing more than a viewpoint. It floated along, barely conscious, less substantial than a breath. Like most of its kind, it was not aware of itself. It simply existed.
Then something attracted its attention. A focus, a person believing so hard it drew it in like a moth to a light. It was a person unlike any of the numberless beings that moved like shadows through this world. A person in love. But not with another of his kind; he l