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Art. Such a beautiful and complex subject for some, but for Cain, it was a beautiful and wonderful subject. Each piece that hung along the walls, the Commander admired from afar, taking in each brush stroke and attention to detail down to the detail of the mundane objects. Moving from painting to painting, his arms folded behind his back with his hands nestled in the small of his back; his footsteps echoed down the deserted gallery, till coming to a halt in front of a intriguing piece that was tucked away at the very far end of the hall. It had been sometime since the Commander had come upon such an intriguing piece, that had caught his full attention. Was it the World that was screaming, or was it something else? 'Such beauty..' Sighed Cain, through parted lips, his full attention glued upon the painting.