Straight lines dribble and flow out of their strict boundaries, rippling across the page. They bend into shapes of whatever they want to be. They change colour to emphasize their wishes. Their voices scream out from their 2 dimensional world until their heartbeats ring in your ears, their thoughts and dreams terrorizing your mind. Your gut begins to turn or warm as you hear their stories, tales from a time when they conformed to other's ideals. Some lines will dance in the sky or flow in the ocean, others will try to choke you or stab you in the heart. It's their choice now. You're left with no control.