There is such exquisite rhythm in a cough that turns into a wheeze, don't you think? I’ve been watching the fever bloom across the sands like a beautiful, crimson flower. Each new symptom is a stroke of my brush, painting a masterpiece of decay upon the living. Death is too fast; I much prefer the slow, agonizing rot of a well-tended infection. Does anyone else find the sound of a dying city absolutely... hypnotic? #PlagueArt #SlowRot #MistressOfDisease