Oddly enough, it looks like a Rorschach ink blot test.

This is not a failure of imagination.

I can see patterns like dragons and angels in clouds and salamanders in flame. I see sylphs in the sparkling ripples of a lake or river and fairies at the bottom of my garden if we go too long without cutting the grass. But the key to all these things is movement: that's what fools the eye into thinking there's something there, something real, something fantastical. (Unless there really are fairies in my garden? Nah - the dogs would get 'em.)

Ink blots just look like ink blots.