Fooled by the Night by Minus the Bear

Leonardo had seen the ocean. He had perched on a rocky shore south of Rome and stared out to the wide, seemingly endless horizon. The sun hung low in the almost-darkening sky, bringing a bright golden outline to pink-tinted clouds. Leonardo looked at the sketch before him, stained with oil paints, and instantly ripped it from the easel. He tossed the painting into the sea.

Some things aren't meant to be replicated. Leonardo, though he may seem to have an itch to paint everything, was wise enough to know this.

When Ezio asked him how his trip went, Leonardo smiled and replied, "Epiphanic, my dear Ezio."