One fine day, I decided to flourish my pen randomly and in a way how I feel, and then I got an extremely complex-looking and meaningless bulk of figures. But I was still believing that I got some Felix Felicis that day, so I continued to sketch more, and as a first 'satisfying' result, I had this sketch...

However, when I finished that part of the sketch, it was a late time of the night and I had to have some sleep. So, when I was going to bed, I painted the sketch in a random and ridiculous manner and I named that as the 'Color of Bedtime'.

When I woke up in the following morning, I was -expectedly- swearing on myself for the 'Color of Bedtime'. So I pretended as I have never worked such thing, and I continued on the sketch. And I came up with a very satisfying result. I kept adding some different figures which only can become meaningful in my own mind together (we can name that as 'stream of consciousness'). 

After all, I believed that the sketch is well done, and I passed to painting. At first, I picked some certain colors and I kept painting only with some feeling of 'liveliness'. When I finished that, I felt that there were something missing...

And finally, I picked some extra colors and I added some shadows.