Yerkan of Elish wrote:"Trickster! To outward appearances our world seems to be dying, but to inward ones it still thrives, it is still dominated by significant forces of Law. I give you the lands surrounding my studiolo. Work what chaos you will - make the landing place of Ravana seem to be defeated."
Chuckles and malevolent sniggers rebound about the arena where this epic battle takes place.
"A kind invitation! The fox is really in among the henhouse now! Or, I should say, the wolf is really in among the sheep."
The trickster appears briefly: Acorn cap, monkey face, furry, catlike body, hump of alien technology on his back. Flames billow from his cap and his hands. He closes one eye, squinting, and draws his finger along the glade scene in front of him. A thick chasm scores the earth where his finger must appear to pass to him.
"You ask for this place to seem defeated. I suspect it soon will be, in truth. I suspect you had a different sort of chaos in mind, but a job worth doing is worth doing well, don't you think?"
A tiny globe representing the Studiolo appears in his palm, wreathed in flames.
The studio shivers in two. Wind rushes in and puts out the torch, but sprays sparks everywhere. Books are torn open and their pages scattered. Many are burned irreparably.
Trees fall, one crashing directly through the roof. The chasm multiplies, sending deep trenches that seem to reach into the heart of the land to surround the Studiolo.
He mimes putting the globe in his pocket, and it disappears. "Easy come, easy go," he jeers, and leaves to help the Sslugs tear up the Garden.
The Studiolo of Yerkan has been closed.