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Written in Ogham alphabet, red ink:

The red flame flickers on the wall of the cave smeared with ochres, berry dye, charcoal, making the great elk move, making the mastodon breathe, making the hunters race and kill. Watch them seeking to placate and understand the world above. This they know, this they understand; there is darkness everywhere outside. The dark is everywhere, and although the sun comes up and though the fires blossom and are tamed, the darkness is waiting, the darkness is there and the things in the darkness that whisper before they feast, they are to be placated and persuaded, they are to be loved and sacrificed to, they are to be prayed to and distrusted, and so there is magic. And so it was that uncounted ages later images and walls were found hidden away in the dark, the deep and the earth, and read again they were by Erebus to be, so it was.

(Gry notes: The text had no form for punctuation, so I have no idea whether or not the punctuations I have put in there are placed correctly)


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