Prompt: A cubist Dance of Death, geometric plague victims intertwined with angular doctor figures, painted on aged vellum, mercury-silver highlights against carbon black shadows, medieval symbols fragment into modernist shapes. Creative Process: The bodies emerged from darkness, crawling towards an impossible light. my brush moved with primal urgency, capturing that liminal moment between existence and transcendence. this was my meditation on collective consciousness - how we're all just meat puppets stumbling towards some divine comedy. the way the figures blend and blur reminded me of bacon's screaming popes, but stripped of their religious pretense. here, there is only the raw movement of flesh through space..