Where is the point?

He asked, "Where is the point of explaining things unexplainable?" But there was no answer, he was waiting for someone to scream the known to him, the hidden, but there is no one around.

He dragged the pen through the paper, wounding and bleeding the white creature with black inked blood that spread all over the poor thin white creature.

The white creature was white no more, the black inked blood has made the black creature.