#375 Meaning of Art

Sharpie's hands hold a childish drawing of the cloaked revolution leader, Stygian Lord, placing round black rocks on a stone slab pedestal.
Sharpie: “So this piece of art’s just a stone base? And they’re pilin’ more rocks on top of it?”
Top Hat: “Sounds like the rocks’re melting somehow! It’s starting to look like a solid slab!”

Stygian Lord has built the stone slab decidedly bigger. Black-clad owl people walk through the black void on the stone. Small black-cloaked individual greets the newcomers with an excited handwave.
Top Hat: “Bro! Now there’s revolutionists appearing from it!”
Sharpie: “I see. The slab’s revealed its secret.”

Sharpie raises his eyes from the drawing.
Sharpie: “It’s no art at all – it’s a portal! We gotta act before the whole parliament gets through! Tell Team 1 to...”

Guards standing in a staircase get a loud instruction. The guard with the hammer promptly smashes the wall, while others prepare to storm inside. One poor guard, however is distracted by the flying stone debris.
Spy: “GO! GO! GOOOOOOOOOO!”