Jade stopped and looked around her. Although there were still large blank areas left, much of the wall space was covered by paintings in the same eclectic styles she’d seen outside. Most of the paintings were murals depicting what were probably religious scenes that had no significance to her. “But I’m not of your faith,” she started to protest.
“Very few people are,” Harmony said, “but that does not give them any less ability to see past the illusions and portray the truth—and only by seeing truth from a number of different angles can the illusions be totally discarded, so we encourage as many artists with differing points of view to offer their insights, that we may benefit from their unique perspectives.”
“I’m a hired killer, not some f*****g artist,” Jade continued to protest. “I can
