BONES (HIATUS)

Bones

A psychological horror descent into obsession, creation, and the terrifying cost of perfection. A painter, consumed by his unrelenting pursuit of mastery, is haunted by an elusive final touch-something his masterpiece lacks, something he cannot name but can feel.

As days bleed into nights, his longing twists into something far darker. He falls into madness, slipping further with each fevered stroke of the brush. His blank canvases-once mere surfaces-begin to stare, empty yet expectant, their silence pressing against his thoughts like a gnawing hunger.

They demand to be filled.

They demand to be fed.

A painting needs life-and so, he gave what it craved.