For kings are clouts that euery man ſhoots at, Our Crowne the pin that thouſands ſeeke to cleaue.

Witches of all ages attended these lively gatherings by flying away on their broomsticks[.]

And they don't do pilates, they do yoga, the voiceover man says.

The result is not an image of the natural world in a tapestry but a depiction of nature as a tapestry: a splendid, impenetrable, depthless screen of shivering pixels.