We sense their strangeness yet accept it as a part of their stellar significance; their qualities become equal to ours, their bodies a part of our planetary ecology. The cosmic abyss introduces strangers striking us with their pale luminosity, and allure us into their presence as though carried by lunar tides. An epithet: alien. Supraliminal emergence from the reaches of infernal space brings us to assume their fantastic form as inexplicably Enlightened; they are unknown substances, products of the intangible (of the mind). Like the lunar surface itself, they descend surrounded by cosmic haze, enveloped in an Aerial mist. As though happening by the light of the moon, we find ourselves surrounded by reflected light; unaware, we attempt to approach. The alien mist envelops us, the collective is lost in a diffused substance.