CONSTELLATION (dark pendant): A burning chariot, pulled by some indistinct beast. The name is on the tip of your tongue, but your body refuses to utter it. As if the word was a curse. You think of its name. You suddenly feel ill.
The antlers on the head of the charioteer begin to split as you watch. Phantasmal lines connect them to other stars, adding them to a profane whole. Antlers sprout antlers.
You swear that the head of the charioteer turns to look at you. You look away, your heart racing. You avoid looking in that direction.