There’s Drumming In The Clouds

The photograph arrived without explanation.

It showed some kind of mass. Dark grey and pulsating. It was hovering far above the North Atlantic. It resembled a cyclone but there was no eye of this storm, no rotation. Just layers. Like folds of gauze, stacked and suspended. The sky around it was eerily clear. That was the first impossibility.

Dr. Mairead Finn saw the image at 6:32 a.m. It was forwarded to her personal account from an encrypted Ministry server. The subject line read only: “Come in. Immediately.”