S. - Ship of Theseus - Pg 178

 Then, the passage opens into a huge, half-moon-shaped amphitheater, with an elevated slab altar and all three hundred sixty degrees of wall covered in a kaleidoscopic swirl of images (which, even with the briefest of glimpses in the shaky light of a running man's lantern, is easily recognized as a creation myth, an epic clash between bird-figures of the skies and wolf-figures of the earth, the figures collectively twisting and curling around one another, diving and tumbling and bursting into one ultimate frame of harmony and grave directly above the altar: one humanoid figure with a crown of feathers and a vulpine tail, balanced on one leg at the needle-tip top of a mountain peak, surrounded by sheer drops and sky--a precarious position, to be sure, but the figure's face expresses only serenity, no fear, no apprehension).