The madman splashes paint on to the canvas, his hand guided by the roiling madness in his mind. He works with a frenzy that he has never experienced before, and the grin on his face grows wider and wider with each stroke of the brush. The image he is crafting begins to take shape. It is a portrait of darkness and despair the likes of which the world has never seen.
Finished, he throws back his head and laughs wildly, the brush and paint pallet falling from his hands to the floor. A moment later, the painting joins in.