MR. Nez

Aurelian Turneth crimson the sky, and followeth all of al-world its omen. Ceaseth the stars their shining, and scattereth they into wandering disorder. Heedeth thou the leader who shall arrive in tempus yet-unseen. When cometh it? — any hour may unveil it. Becometh the self one prepared for the twilight of ages. Followeth thou further visions at Mr. Nez, where shaped are images of artifice and mind.