I got so fixated on this for like a week that I made myself physically ill in my pursuit of,,,, well, not this lol, but *lies facedown on the floor* I really need to do something else now
[ID: A digital painting of Daniil Dankovsky in rumpled shirt, open waistcoat, and pants, clutching a broken bottle of bright red panacea that is dripping down onto the floorboards, while the other hand tries to half-heartedly push away an executor (with feathers instead of cloak). The one visible eye of the executor glows bright orange and illuminates Dankovsky, and it holds his upper body up from his hospital bed by the neck, while the other pale, skeletal hand is in the process of closing his eyes; one remains open through it's claws, and stares desperately at the cure slipping through his fingers. His legs are tangled up in a bedsheet. The scene is backlit in blue by the constellations through a window. \END ID]
