Let me tell you about a little place called Vedauwoo, site of a recent edge event. I got a call at 3 AM and was on the plane within the hour.
An edge event is when the boundary between our world and another thins. Not a full breach. More like a door left ajar. Something might come through. Something might go back. The air around the site feels wrong in a way that’s hard to describe—like static before a lightning strike, except it never quite discharges.
Most Unveiled go their entire lives without witnessing an edge event. I’ve now seen three.
Vedauwoo was quiet by the time I arrived. The OHR had already been and gone—I recognized the signs. Warded perimeter, disturbed ground, the faint smell of ozone that lingers after certain kinds of containment work. Whatever came through, they’d dealt with it.
But they missed something. They always do.
On a rock face about fifty yards from the main site, someone had carved a symbol I’d seen once before, in a photograph from a 1987 incident in the Scottish Highlands. I’m not going to reproduce it here. Some things you don’t put into print.
I took photos. I have contacts who might know what it means. I’ll report back when I do.
TLDR: Edge event near Vedauwoo, Wyoming. OHR cleaned it up. But they didn’t see everything. There’s a symbol. I’m looking into it.
Stay sharp. Stay Unveiled.
—Penny