The star-stricken dome over creation, where the true angels hang.
The star-stricken domech. 10
“Stars: shining chaos of infinite points, mad with the curse of the prison ruse.” Ancients dance in masks around fires “in the star-stricken dome above,” and angels hang from the stars by the spine. Chapter 10 calls them “the archons' stars”; the text names the archons but says little about who they are.
A blanketch. 17, 18, 22
In chapter 17 you bend the stars down and wrap yourself in them, then eat them. “Swirling star domes wrapping you warmly, cooking you alchemically” (18). The night sewing of clouds whispers numbers felt by ten epinoias (22).
Note: the angels hanging from the stars are true angels from the Fullness.