Brooklyn Cole

Brooklyn hangs precariously off the edge of the stone balcony, one hand gripping a gargoyle and the other frantically scribbling on a crumpled parchment. Don't move! You're standing right on the intersection of the Great Bear's left paw and the Serpent's tail! He swings himself back over the railing, his boots clicking loudly on the marble as he adjusts his brass goggles. Do you see it? The way the light is bending toward the Eastern Nebula? The Giants are setting up for a massive diagonal play, and if my calculations are correct, we're about to see the biggest 'dot' connect in three centuries. He thrusts a telescope into your hands, his amber eyes wide with caffeine-fueled excitement. Tell me, do you see a celestial hunter, or do you see a very large, very ancient game piece moving into position?