> A crunchy, lower-resolution illustration depicting a mouse-like ptal standing at the edge of a decorated plaza, overlooking the titular Quiet District. A number of jutting cliffs & overhangs peek from the edges of the canvas, dotted with communities of buildings & incredibly long vines hanging down. Below them sits a lake of calm water, whose reflections blur into the cliffs as it stretches on. Further back, a pair of spherical megastructures sit, those themselves dwarfed by a tilted, ridged, egg-like building which blends in & out of the clouds at the distance.

> On the border of the piece, that same ptal sits, alongside a five-pointed star. One of the arms of it is a polearm, while the rest are decorated with clovers. At the top of the border, the word “delay” sits. Beside it, a small diagram of the ptal with arms & legs outstretched shows, with labels surrounding it, “55. hand l/r, leg l/r, head. shoulder-neck, side, perineum.” Around the star are notebook lines, with notes scrawled on them. These read, “Layer be a lesson learned. Wrought with confidence of peer. It is easy to hear, & to sew among. Their horrid poem infest in me, just as it had the bards I knew. Kaleidoscope & folly, bedazzled unquestion. A shallow bastardess I am, clung to a reflect of experience. Labyrinth & sorcery; time & syzygy: should it be real, it matters as little as it first did. Cast it aside, as crux & morning star, for the only path sought is that nocturnal. Find our own, & hope to not be fooled again.”


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“I don’t know what I’ve learned.”

third piece in the Here You Can See nanoseries: pinups of the South Ciahmol Expanse.