Reading through your comments, I almost commented myself how nicely the top left and lower right "blemishes" balanced the composition. But what do I know?
I found it crammed into one of the slots of the toaster oven, a page from my Shadow comic from 1944, back when something seriously dangerous was going on and we needed a hero no matter how dark. And here I was thinking I didn't need toaster ovens any more, or comics, or heros. But when you see a hero like this, materializing from the shades, composed of the very forms you fear most, then you realize how important he's always been... ready or not.
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