You stare at the incredible image before you... you are awestruck, and only the sharp pain in your chest reminds you to breathe.

"Yes, the artist was insane," a soft voice whispers from behind your ear. You jump, startled, having forgotten that The Hand of The Sun Goddess has accompanied you.

Insane? You begin to protest that such a beautiful image must have been divinely given. The Hand stops your cry with a gesture.

"He was indeed insane... He was my predecessor, the former Hand of Kala; He made the mistake of communing too long with our goddess; her divine aura completely overwhelmed his mind... After that incident, he could no longer function as the Hand, so he had to be replaced. All he could do was paint

The Hand stops speaking for a moment, and stares at the painting, lost in his memories

"He was a brilliant artist, but he got many details wrong... first of all, Our Goddess of the Sun has no wings," the Hand shakes his head at such foolishness, "everyone knows that"

"And he shouldn't have painted a portrait of her in the first place; no artist alive or dead could ever capture the beauty and grace of the Sun Goddess in a mere painting... it demeans Her Worship"

"Come, let us leave this place... there are better things to see in the Temple of the Goddess of the Sun," He quietly leaves the alcove, and you follow him back into the Temple.