Over a salt flat, a hovering tornado pulls up lines of text etched into the ground. The …

Over a salt flat, a hovering tornado pulls up lines of text etched into the ground. The vortex churns the letters midair, deforming them into sigils and mirrored spirals. The storm becomes a syntax engine too volatile to stabilize. --chaos 20 --ar 2:3 --profile ep9r3z2 zbhvgar --stylize 1000 --v 7