The forest’s thickness is lessening, with room for paths of turned earth, rectangular pits, a whiteness as of mushrooms peeping from the ground. With horror we see from the thirteenth tarot that the underbrush is fertilized with half-withered corpses and fleshless bones.
“Why, where have you brought me, Fool? This is a cemetery!”
And the Fool says, pointing to the invertebrate fauna feeding in the graves:
“Here a monarchy reigns, mightier than you...