"I mean that I am an artist and in order for me to remember the story better and to explain things to you more realistically I need to visualize these events again. It reads my thoughts and applies my artistic interpretation of the events using my artistic styles to convey them on the Sensory Canvas, the latest technology available to us today, if you will. The blank canvas takes upon my artistic styles and various mediums that I used to utilize and renders them visually."

Anchor asks:

"How are you connected to it?"

INT. GALAXY UNION'S CHANNEL - DAY.

Morphus replies slowly:

"Remotely, via these sensors that I attach to my head. They read my electronic pulses in my brain and interpret them to the Canvas that you see here"

Morphus continues:

"My childhood memories are the only witnesses to the events that took place at that time in Zuymel. Whether I twisted the story, or not, is for no one to know, for this is the way I remember it, and this is the way it will be told and remembered.
I was born in Kha, and my parents and I used to live in the same room, for this was the only room that we had after all. My wooden crib was at the opposite corner from where my parents' bed was. A few pieces of furniture here and there, a painting with a large bouquet of flowers in it, framed and is hanged on the wall by one of the two windows that led out into a yard, and that's about it, as far as our personal chambers went. The rest of the dwelling was shared with the neighbors: the common kitchen, rest room and a long-ass corridor along the flats' doors.
I see myself sticking my head through the crib's bars on its side, peeking at my parents lying together."

INT. ZUYOS MELIKHA. A SMALL ROOM WITH TWO WINDOWS. THE ROOM WHERE MORPHUS SPENT FIRST FEW YEARS OF HIS CHILDHOOD - DAY.

Tall china cabinet in between two windows. China is in the cabinet.
Available daylight pours through the windows. A large brown wardrobe cabinet to the left of the first window, a huge bed is next to it, there is a tall door by the bed, and an old "Singer" sawing machine is next to the door, a wooden crib with a child in it.
The wall behind the crib has a painting of a bouquet of flowers in a vase hung up high on it. It is the only painting in the room. The whole room looks poor, but clean.
Two people - a man and a woman laying in bed, they are Morphus' parents.