Low ominous cello drone and quiet crickets. In the textured red and black clay relief, one clay horse lifts its head and stares at the black sun. The black sun slowly blinks like a giant eye, a clay eyelid sliding down and up with a wet squelch. The horse freezes, then takes three nervous steps backward, clay hooves clopping. The other horse keeps grazing, chewing loudly and completely unbothered. Record scratch, and the grazing horse lets out one long bored horse snort and lip-flutter, a horse neigh, no cow sounds. Everything else stays still; no animals appear or disappear.