Japanese animation warped your novice sense of imagination. Fist of the North Star exploded with ultra-violence; Akira accelerated the transitions. Neon Genesis Evangelion and Ninja Scroll colored the canvas. You crafted a notebook in which you tried to capture epic stories of sacred patriarchy and mythical assassins. The seraphim’s wing spanned from the divine to grotesque reincarnations of fear. Swarms of innumerable characters fought for your attention.