The visual thoughts of a closet artist

[ludster]

By the doors of a rising mercantile noble, a butler hurriedly pulls in a painting, frantically calling for his other colleagues. With their master out on a business trip up to the north, they are left with the job of taking in any packages that may arrive.

As a young maid steps forward, she curiously begins to unravel the wrappings upon this parcel. Much to their surprise, it is revealed that a painting has found its way to this noble's doors. The servants are confused; no addressee is found, nor was there any initial word from their master of its supposed arrival.

One of them is immediately sent off to the Watch, tasked to investigate this incredibly curious happening as the painting stood among a crowd of servants.

The painting itself seems rather simple, yet small nuances push out a deeper message.

Presented is an empty street, void of life. The stone pavement seemingly collecting dust as nature seem to begin its march to reclaim civilization. By the side, a derelict house finds itself lifeless as a cracked window and a rotting door wistfully tries to look inviting to the viewer. By the corner, a disposed City Watch uniform finds itself on the road. Bearing little to no rips, it looked faintly as if it were removed without much resistance from the wearer.

Yet far off, past the other buildings and the foreground, a snow-capped mountain stood. A few dots of yellow and grays contrast the whites, almost giving the mountain a lively glow. Despite it simply being in the background, it was a focal point that drew any viewer's attention immediately, with the abandoned scenery coming as a second to what they perceive next.

The group murmurs as another painting finds its audience.