At the head of the Chasm, right below where the cascade of the melting ice sheet fell 12,000 years ago, in the dawn light of spring, a golden man with horns appears for an hour, before vanishing into the cliff. Note the red serpent breathing fire to his upper right.

And closer.

But let’s not get lost in blurry details. Here he is in his cliff:

He is a sign. It is the mind calling to itself through the eye.