@ascarletflame
The canvas gallery had clearly been a mistake for them to visit.
The vessel seemed to be frozen in place, their gaze fixated on one portrait in here that was so orange, so bright, it almost seemed to glow. It depicted a somewhat tall, black bug with a cracked white shell, large blobs of orange goo dripping from the shattered back of their head and dripping down the front of their mask. All around the character in the portrait, infected vines of disgusting orange twisted and wrapped around the walls and the floor. And finally, faintly in the background, a strange, moth-like shape of white seemed to again, almost be glowing on the canvas. It illuminated the whole thing with an eerie aura.
This was a portrait of them, wasn’t it? A portrait of their suffering, displayed here for everyone to see. But... they didn’t want everyone to see it. They didn’t want ANYONE to see it.
And that was why, without any care or regard to how there were plenty of people in the room to see them, the vessel was now trying to rip this particular piece of art off the wall. Their plan was to try and steal it, and then dispose of it somewhere-- preferably somewhere that no one would ever find it again. They didn’t want to remember this, and they certainly didn’t want anyone else prodding them about it.
