“What do you think it means?” Jonah asked.
Hazel bit her lip, eyes focused on the canvas. “I think it means death and the eternal damnation of man.”
Jonah turned, a quizzical look on his face. “How did you get that from this? It’s clearly showing the birth of new life and bountiful harvests.”
The pair looked at each other, unsure of how the other got their answer, a new wave of curiosity piquing their interest in one another.
“What does the inscription say at the bottom?” Hazel enquired, sure that she understood the hidden meaning between each stroke.