I needed some kind of artwork to upload. so here some is.

A crayon.

A dramatic Crayon at sunrise, no doubt running through his mental checklist for the day, the adventures he will pen, the artwork crafted by his benevolent existence. He will shred his pulp based clothes in his duty, and be worn down to his very nub, a mere shadow of his once waxy existence, but he will do it no less, and ask no thanks other than to be appreciated for his worth one day.