What's left underneath the gold mask could scarcely be called a man, devoured by their faith they are instruments of the Vanishing Star, who fell from heaven in service of a God who long forgot the difference between blessing and blight.
I've recently fallen in love with drawing in the NotesApp on my iPad, it's shitty and clunky, has no bells or whistles, and the canvas scrolls vertically forever, it's perfect.