[It's another male voice this time, rough and a little haughty as it lets out a scoff.]
I must concentrate on my creations! Can you guess what it is yet? Ahh, but of course you can't, what a question. Only the great [--The name is garbled, many at once--] can know the workings of his own mind. Oh, sometimes I surprise myself.
[It brings the shadow of its tool down against the rock. The art is many things at once, faces one moment, full bodies the next, texts, pictures, walls, houses, shifting and bending the longer one looks at it.]
Well, sorry you're lost out in the desert, traveller. Maybe you should start by knowing where you are going. Where would that be?
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I must concentrate on my creations! Can you guess what it is yet? Ahh, but of course you can't, what a question. Only the great [--The name is garbled, many at once--] can know the workings of his own mind. Oh, sometimes I surprise myself.
[It brings the shadow of its tool down against the rock. The art is many things at once, faces one moment, full bodies the next, texts, pictures, walls, houses, shifting and bending the longer one looks at it.]
Well, sorry you're lost out in the desert, traveller. Maybe you should start by knowing where you are going. Where would that be?