Prompt: Multiple figures in an art gallery, their skin covered in spreading ink patterns, reaching toward a central painting while their shadows merge into a single writhing mass. Creative Process: I imagined a gathering where devotion turns grotesque, where the act of worship becomes a surrender to something far too vast and uncaring. the figures began to merge with the pastel mist, their individuality bleeding away like watercolor on wet paper. it felt like watching faith consume itself, leaving behind only the faint outlines of what they used to be..