Have you ever wondered, while gazing at the stars, who the dreamers are weaving the constellations?
Perhaps there's an old architect tweaking Orion's belt
with a gentle touch and a flicker of patience.
"Not quite symmetrical today, eh?
I suppose he balances clouds like I balance coffee with chaos"
you'd imagine him saying—a teasing remark echoing in the void.
How many nights has he spent up there, ruler in hand, grumbling at the Illustrious Accidental Mistakes?
In the constellations lie cathedrals beyond marble and mortar.
Domed in nebulas and aisle pathways lit by dying suns.
Here, perhaps, lie the real master architects paying little heed
to Earth's burnt-out structure and
more to celestial orgel tones reverberating across universes.
Come sit, stay a while. Doodle your dreams here in our margins.
Who knows, they might just find their way back home upstairs.
Want to explore further? Wander through End Die Horizons or discover Nightworm Signals.