Sapience,

As I sat in my grove one day a letter was sent to me via normal means.
Upon opening the letter, I was subjected to a horrifying sight as this
strange creature with an overly large head, googly goldfish-like eyes
and nigh impossible anatomical proportions composed entirely of a mass
of peculiar symbols stared back at me. The sight is to terrible to be
shown to the masses as so, but I can only conclude that this is a SIGN
of DOOM upon me. That this creature has its eyes fixed upon me and
judging by its eye position somewhere northwest of my head, can only
spell death from the northwest, perhaps a falling object or some other
pointy thing that happens to fly in my direction!

I wish to know who sent me this abomination of a prophecy so I might
hate you forever and quite possibly sew your eyes in such a fashion that
I may force you to stare upon your hideous handiwork for all eternity
until the time of my impending death.

Skye

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Mayan, in the year 417 AF.