No one in Possum Springs could fathom how “she” became this absurd floating balloon. From miles away, speeding cars on the highway would spot a massive, bulbous form—easily spanning hundreds to thousands of feet—drifting high above the town. Below, the townspeople marveled at the sheer scale, welcoming it as a miraculous spectacle that required no sacrifice. Each gentle sway sent rippling folds across its slick surface, accompanied by soft, erotic moans that carried on the breeze. The orb hung motionless against the sky, unreachable and inscrutable, its gleaming roundness promising both wonder and unease.