March 1, 1832

'A rest was required. Enforced. I do not know how many days I lay there. I woke after many fevered dreams. I do not sketch.

The whispers now a dull chant, calling, driving me forward.

I can see it. I cannot achieve. It is bordered on all sides and I am out of ink. Something outside has died just as it was threatening to ripen into warmth. The smell lingers in the still.

-B. Brechtol, March the 1st, 1832'

VOYNICH TRANSCRIPTION DAY 7

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by TenFiveEleven 2022 and midjourney #ai from original paintings (1/10)

Original Piece 2022 (PAINT, Digital, Collage, Digital Paint) Original Digital Paint / Canvas 2022 - (The Voynich Panels -March 1, 1832 ) - 2022) HQ RENDER (8000 x 4000 4k!) (Gallery Size!)