Warren thought it, and maybe he should have transformed everyone in his apartment building first before going out and begin transforming everyone else. But as long as he was out here, he might as well continue his work. Maybe he'd just go around the block? And then systematically free of the other tenants of their false forms?
He spotted a family checking things out that morning... but he didn't feel the impulse, and he didn't see their true selves... and then it hit Warren.
'They're tourists.'
That made sense. His job was to inspire humanity, not wipe it off the map, it was the residents of this city who were to become works of art, not everyone who set foot inside it. Warren did feel satisfaction when the tourists stopped to take a look at a The Burden of Atlas, taking photos of themselves with it.
"It's nice to see art that shows a woman can carry the same Burdens as a man," the mother of the group said.
Warren hadn't been thinking of that particular interpretation when he created that work, but an artist should be able to accept that people aren't going to interpret works the way you want them to, and should be allowed to come up with their own ideas.
He did however spot a young couple kissing on a bench. With a gesture from the wand, he released their true selves.
Brown mist blew from the scepter, and began to swirl around the kissing couple, who felt the desire to hold the kiss for longer... and longer... in fact... why should they ever break it? Why would they want to? Why would they need to? It wasn't like they had anywhere to go, this was where they belonged. And it wasn't like they needed to come up for air. Yes... they could hold this kiss... forever...
Their clothes dissolved as their bodies became bronze, their insides hollowing out, but their consciousness, their spirit, remained, and couldn't have been happier. Their forms in reality ceased to be separate pieces and became one mold caste, but the two parts retained their individual egos.
Their bodies took on a scaled pattern, like their legs merged into tails that wrapped around each other. Their hands became webbed claws, while their hair vanished replaced with scaled crests, even as their heads became more reptilian, their passionate embrace remained. The radiated their passion for each other to all who saw them.
Also... for some reason... pigeons knew better than to dare take a dump on this work of art... like the opposite of a moth to a flame.
"Love Intertwined, your love will last forever now."
"Creator, of course it will," they thought to it, echoing each other. "We exist for each other, and for all who sees it. Thank you for uplifting us from our raw material we were created from."