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Panel One: The Shadowed Figure grips the sizes of the ornate Frame separating them from the outside world, an Orange ripple obscures the world outside with the cobblestone floor and the green trees the Values come to pray. The Shadowed Figure looks back, tiny pupils of bright orange focus onto the Painting off screen.

Text Box 1, the Shadowed Figure: I'll save you from these Wyrms...

Text Box 2, Narration: This Ink Black hatred of the Painting had overwhelmed him.

Panel Two: The Painting looks in a pale yet composed horror. His eyes are hazy, his lips slightly parsed and brows knitted together in concern. The rain behind them seems to pick up intensity.

Text Box 3, the Painting: Sa...ve...me?

Panel Three: The painting is different from the outside world's perspective, we see the raining green house as usual with its ornate frame, but the subject is different. Now we see the Shadowed figure, hands pressed against the confines of the frame, bright ornage eyes watching the doorway intently.

Text Box 4, Narration: It was its own being, and his being was filled with vengeance.

Text Box 5, Narration: The Painting was confused, afraid, feelings he could never understand.

Panel Four: The Painting drops to his knees, hands interlocked in prayer fashion. He has his eyes squeezed shut, the Heart floating before him glittering a bright white glow from the spots not obscured by hard ink.

Text Box 6, Narration: So he did the only thing he could think of.

Panel Five: The Painting's face is focused on. He looks serious and focused, brows saddened and knitted. His hands are less gripped, his face looks less fearful. The Heart glows before him, flashing a golden rainbow flash, indicating the wish was granted.

Text Box 7, Narration: He made a wish.