My stories often ripple out from one single visual that I can’t get out of my mind. The same was for Pilu. Some time in 2012, as I was doodling in my sketchbook, I had a very specific scene play in my head: someone runs away into a quiet forest (sunbeams streaming through the trees), to find a lost girl blending perfectly into the foliage. Of course, this girl would have leaves for hair, and through those leaves, you would see her wide, tearful eyes.