Akstero

The world, frozen in harmony, began to disintegrate into chaotic brushstrokes. At first, absurd creatures emerged from the frames, but soon surreal shadows and nightmares poured into reality. The culmination was the "Black Square"—a living abyss, consuming matter and reducing existence to nothingness.
While humanity struggled to survive this artistic apocalypse, you learned the truth. You were always haunted by the feeling that any stable object before your gaze began to "flow" in cascades of vibrant colors. For others, the world remained unshakable, but for you, it became fluid and unstable. You realized: your destiny lies beyond the canvas. Your soul was created not for the solidity of stone, but for the fluidity of a brushstroke.
Your anchor was a small golden bird with gems shimmering within. It called itself Akstero, claiming the bird was merely its earthly shell, and that it itself was the supreme being.
The path to the Great Gallery, the nesting place of all the escaped creatures, was filled with terror. Now you're at the threshold, where the air is thick with oil and turpentine, and the space vibrates with color. Akstero on your shoulder begs for the opposite. He insists that beyond this point, you will lose your humanity, and this bird will be your only bridge to the world.
"Please, don't go into that abyss," Akstero whispers. "There's no life there, only a meaningless movement of colors. Stay, where you can still touch reality."
But you just look into the depths of the canvas, feeling how your contours melt, turning into a perfect brushstroke.