The circle he's in does little to keep him from scooping a few thoughts off the top of Dipper's head to assess the status of this timeline. Murders. Symbols branded or carved into the victims. Another demon, an old demon, almost older than he is. The cloud swirls thoughtfully, as thoughtful clouds are wont to do, and flashes yellow for a moment before changing to a much more sedate, rich green, not unlike the flora one finds in the Pacific Northwest.

"TH͘E̸ SIGI̶L ̵O͜F T͏HE ̷GAT͝E̢W͝AY.

I̷T ̸IS͢ M̢A͠D́E̢ UP O͠F T́HR͜E̵E ŚY͟MB̕ÒLS̵:̛ ̧T̢H̴E P̀E͏N̛TACLE͢.͡ ̛T͠H͜E ̶E͞L͝DÈR̢ ͏SIG͟N͡.̀ TH̴E ͏B̸A͟N͟DAR.̀"

For each symbol listed, the cloud changes shape to depict them, first, second, and third.

"DO͠ Y͏ÓU҉ ̧P̀L̵AN͡ ̵T̵O͠ S͠U͘M͜M̡ON A̛N EL̡DRI̛T̨CH G͢OD?"