There was a man with an unusual disease. I can't say for sure what kind of disease it was, I only know that he had been in pain almost all his life. Modern medicine was powerless to help him. Then he turned to mysticism and occult practices. He tried a lot of things, from yoga to alchemy, but in the end he found a way that could relieve the pain. Paintings. Yes, he began to paint pictures, each of which relieved the pain that he had been experiencing for quite a long time.
Thinking that he had solved the problem, he began to live a normal life, devoting some time to painting new pictures. This continued until he died quietly in his bed. Since he had no family, his property went to the homeowner, who sold some of his things to pay the bills. He did not understand art, so many paintings lying in a small closet went to the dump. Soon they were all destroyed one way or another.
And that's where the problems began. All the pain that was hidden in these paintings was released and rushed to its owner. Who was already dead! He was not a special or strong person, so he simply rested in peace. But after the destruction of the paintings, his peace came to an end.