Once there was a painter par excellence, a genius. He created a painting so beautiful that he did not put it up for auction. The painting always remained in his room, in front of his eyes. All his future works had their roots in that painting.

Soon, the painter's worst fear became that of being separated from his master-piece. He lived a life in another realm full of paranoia, a reality revolving around the main objective of retaining the Precious at all costs.....

His mind has created the perfect hell for him.... which existed only in his eyes....

It took him 2 years to realize what he had become.... a monstrosity... a being fueled only by physical needs, greed and selfishness... his blindness to things that mattered....

Yesterday he tore the painting. He sawed through his own limb...