Cursed Canvas

Like a moth to flame, curiosity is forever drawn to the abyss. Always eager to unveil what the darkness conceals. But no forbidden secret is revealed without a price, a toll my ambition believed it could afford. Among the consequences, my arm was irrevocably.. changed. Yet the limb still coils around the familiar paintbrush. Slithering, spattering, and smearing across the canvas, guided by whispers that bleed from the seams of reality. No civilized markets dare to display art like this. Here at the crossroads.. I graciously offer these living illustrations.