I see a painting on the wall. There is so much chaos. There’s a man lying on the ground with his arm on the ground out in front him. His eyes are open wide but they appear to be the eyes of death. In his other hand he holds a sword which has been broken halfway through the blade. Yes, he is dead, or at least very close to it. On the other side there is a man with his arms in the air. He appears to be crying out in anguish, or perhaps he is surrendering. Then there is what appears to be a ghost. It doesn’t have a body, just a head and a long neck that thins out into nothing. There’s also a man wallowing in pain. A horse is there amongst the chaos, unpleased. A bull, another man wallowing in pain, another dead man, sharp lines, sharp pain.