the east is red

thunder storm my p

ants revealed it was

a window open to its

closing clouded with

a neck or Chaak t

urned way the

off it was ,the pl

undered norm or

formic clapping be

hind a wall where

water's born born and

dripping hands the form

deformed it was re

formed unformed uhfor a

snout recurling in the wind

...in the thickets, Lord of the arts...

- Dresden Codex