Do you know who woke up one morning and realized they have all these old OCs who they love and cherish with all their heart because they helped them get through those crazy teenage years and make lots of friends but who hasn't drawn any of them in literally 10 years and who actually used to enjoy drawing and coloring and sharing art and being part of an art community and realized they lost that drive and passion when they became a cog in the capitalist machine needing to work to live and treating art as a chore not worthy of free time and would rather instead stare at the ceiling and since art is such a hassle and it's been so long without improving that the idea of needing to re-learn all their lost skills was just way too overwhelming and intimidating to bear but only recently found out through losing their craptastic job due to current events that without the burden of a career and with the gift of free time they can actually draw and spend time on things and enjoy the process and actually revisit all their old OCs and love and cherish them as they used to and reconnect with old friends and realize that the person they used to be is only as dead as they are made to be and are very much still alive and present but only if they choose to embrace a past self and mesh it with the present to create an incredible future?

The answer may not surprise you!