The Arc o’er the ’Well

A midsummer stroll during l’Heure d’Or finds a prismatic smear in the lavender sky over the ’Well.
  Could it be? Is it that time again? It must be a sign.
  Indeed, the stone ram’s head calendar of ancient Thrace says the epéteios thanátou of Little Xander is two days hence.
  Between all flesh and dust, thwart the earth and sky over the bygone millennia, the Ouranios Arc never forgets.