Flame-haloed hole Omen? God? Mooncast Invitation…? Or simply something that has come between: between narratives, beyond invitation or agency, beyond symbol, beyond beyond–– Obstruction of your dayworld pillar just hanging there above your necks like a Sword of Damocles, burning sharp edge poised to cut the neck that joins sun to earth, knowledge to knowing–– and fae reclaim the earthbound ether under a permissioning disc to induce awe as something otherwordly – we wait until your jaws drop to give us room to enter.