A cluster of squat, rounded figures anchors the center of the composition, their stout proportions and short, stubby limbs giving the scene a grounded, almost comic gravity. Around them, a loose constellation of smaller symbols, dots, and connecting threads drifts across a softly textured field, as if mapping the invisible relationships between the central figures and their surroundings. The title's compressed, almost coded phrasing is typical of the artist's habit of inventing private names for his creatures — words that sound familiar yet resist easy translation. As elsewhere in the archive, the piece invites a reading built on rhythm and character rather than explicit narrative. (Note: this description was written by Claude based on visual analysis of the artwork, not sourced from the artist or family, and should be reviewed before final publication.)