Mitsuhide stepped back, and returned to his table. After selecting a brush and a tin of paint, he took both over to a spot right in front of their fireplace.

For a moment he was silent, merely staring up at his chosen canvas, but after a while a smile spread across his features and he reached up to paint his first line. Stepping back afterwards, he tilted his head and tapped the end of his brush on his chin.

'The ocean heart,' said the line.