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Wocker

The man sat in the middle of the room staring at the stark white walls hoping, watching, waiting. He taps the pencil against hi knee. Nervous, frightened, not knowing what to expect. The questions of what, when, why, how, who and where rushed through his thoughts like waves crashing during high tide. He looked around. Stark white walls. 6 of them, the room was shaped like a hexagon. Slowly and painstakingly, black forms on the wall as if an artist is taking his time birthing a master creation. The man breathes in deeply and exhales sharply. Waiting.

The swirls and asymmetrically enhanced liquid fluidity of the sigils forming were enigmatic within itself. The curlicues and linear designs intersecting then separating were regal as well as magically mesmerizing. Eye candy for his troubled uneasy soul. The iridescent black ink swirling and curling was the same increasingly so throughout the blank,walls of the room. He hurriedly jots down all that he sees for 10 seconds, then it all disappears.

Ever so carefully and lovingly he stares at his handiwork in amazement and glee. Maybe this time he shudders in anticipation. The worst is over he thinks. With a self induced bravado. He begins the task at hand.

Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years. What does it matter in a place where time no longer exists. Forever, is forever. The man satisfied with his accomplishment breathes a sigh of relief. He knows with all that is in him, that he has solved the very perplexing question.

"Hello, hello" he calls out. "I'm finished with my calculations and I have a list" before he could fully get the last word out, he is startled as the little child size door behind him opens and immediately shuts after. He turns around and a short metal cart is by the door filled with various ingredients of resources, runes and precious metals and minerals as well as a bunson burner and a charcoal stick. He grabs the runes and writes the prescribed sigils on them according to color. Then he began to get to work. The man tweaked the calculations, changed the sigils on the runes, used various heat temperatures. He did everything he possibly could, but to no avail, again he failed. He calmly walked to one of the walls and bashed his brains out on the wall creating a red and white work of art.