Helm of the Great Hunt

[The Queen] would like to improve her means of [bargaining] with me. She has implied that I use the space between words to make [bargains] to my advantage. How dare she. She knows me so well. What [the Queen] wants, the Techeun move worlds to obtain. And so the Witches devise an impossible machine that speaks a visual language with very few spaces between its words. This machine speaks [wishes]. Makes [bargains]. The Wall of [Wishes], it is called. If the Techeun's design proves correct, it will be difficult for me to interpret the [wishes] made at the Wall to my advantage. But challenges entice me. I look upon the Wall. Upon the Witches' visual language for [bargains]. For me, it is a menu of delights to feast upon.