Drakador_Chaos
Tim is pacing around in his room
Tim: nothing is to leave my mouth eh? Damn, will I die knowing what was on the other side of the eye? Will nobody ever know except me?
Tim then has a thought
Tim: nothing is to leave my mouth. Well, lets see what happens if I take it up with a little art! (I wonder if thats how these angels became known, artists being ubducted, then trying to paint what they saw...)
Tim grabs a pencil and attempts to sketch out the scene of the “Darkness of lost and insane memories”
Tim: now that is art!
Tim then realises how terrible of an illustrator he is
Tim: well, at least I am not a children’s illustrator... there goes that idea.
Tim chucks the drawing into the incinerator chute, never to be seen again, good riddance!