Merciless fate
     you taunt me dear
  with ill reward
     for widened eyes.
  

     This page is a watercolor.  Most of the illustration is a blue sky, with the texture used throughout this text. (horizontal lines with a few specific clouds)  A grass field is in the immediate foreground with some brush on the right.  A vine of indiscernible type enters the page from the lower right and circles the poem, which is written in the blue, cursive script.
     The blue voice complains that life has only been toying with him. His eyes have been opened by his quest for Truth and he has seen only his own wretchedness and the futility of his mortality.  This, originally, optimstic character has been successfully turned against himself by the other voices and can now easily be envisioned pulling his hair out.
 
 

  
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