An ancient card, as old as the Universe. Dogs howl at a mystical evocation of a human profile, emanating moonbeams. A crayfish climbs from the water, drawn by the light. Two medieval towers, or lodges, form a portal. This is the great mystery. Science might claim to know the Moon, but it cannot. We can only know it from its light, or from its cycles. It waxes, it wanes, it rises, it falls. Moonlight is no light, it is a reflection of the hidden Sun. We live by sunlight, it nourishes and warms us, it feeds our crops. The Sun…
