He had to reach up, and it wasn't easy because he didn't know this magic but he didn't have to know, he knew and that was enough. Enough to reach and fool and twist until the needles retreated and the collar broke apart like it was glass and shards and shadow.
"The dark is Dark and the Dark is hers but not all darkness is the Dark. It's sisters, brothers, cousins, sons and that darkness is you. Butterfly shadows on the moon."