Adan McGraw didn’t live among the stars, not really. But the place he took me to, somewhere near the town, did look like it was otherworldly. We stood alone on a high cliff, the grass almost damp under our feet, and the air smelt of raindrops and freshly cut pines. Strangely organized stones, some larger than my own body, were positioned in a strange formation, one that suspiciously reminded me of Mark’s carving. Elbetica he had called it then. Four large points for each direction of the world, and smaller arrows between them to mark the sub-directions, among them in the core of the figure lay smaller rocks with softer edges and rounder shapes. These ones shone and gleamed in different colors under the moonlight – blue and white, and pink and red and purple and gold. The sky above us was f
