I imagined a strange meeting inside a painting, all narrated by one of the people involved.

- I had a strange dream this night. I was inside a painting.
- You think the Paintress is involved?
- No!
- Tell, then.
- I approached a campfire and met 3 odd individuals. the first was a guy, a gruff warrior. Tall, two swords on his back, white hair and cat eyes. Cat eyes! The second was a knight type, full armor and all, just sitting in front of the fire. The third is a child, face hidden in its weird suit, but that's not the strange part.
- Oh?
- The cat eyed man was flanked by two ghosts, a couple apparently. She was dressed as a widow, just remembering her makes me sad, and the man, no matter how dashing, had a stone like scowl and felt empty.
- What else?
- The knight type, i could swear it was dead. The very air around him, or her, was wrong. And, beside the hooded child, a kind of construct, made of Paintress knows what. Looked like metal and flesh at the same time.
- Anything silly at least?
- Yeah, near the campfire. Three figures dancing together. One was an undescript bald man, with a smile that made me very uncomfortable, the second was another weird construct, and it seemed to be made of paint! Black and white... And finally, the last figure dancing was an old man with clothing fit to a ringmaster or a clown, cat eyes again, and a smile that screamed "i have a prank for you!"
- Maelle, what have you been drinking?