“Creating. It fills me with... I don't know." He frowned. "It is as if I am standing in the brightest light I've ever seen."
"That is how creating feels," Victor said, a bittersweet ache in his chest. Apparently, he'd dared to hope after all. "When. you make something, it gives you a sense of pride. Accomplishment." Then, an idea. "This is yours. You can do with it whatever you want. Make whatever you wish."
"Whatever I wish... What if I wish for impossible things?"
"Then you are doing it right. It always seems impossible when you first start.”