Standing here, on the outskirts of the known celestial dance, the stars above whisper stories forgotten.
Quiet, fragmented, these tales linger on the periphery, echoing from beyond the edge of oblivion.

Each star on this map is a memory, fading slowly like ink on parchment under the weight of time.
They tell of journeys taken, of lives lived among the void, of watchful eyes tracing the paths of the wandering souls.
Here, we linger, mapping the dreams and reveries of those who dared to gaze beyond the horizon.

Follow the light, trace the shadows where the cosmos breathe in quiet sighs.
The constellations are your guide, a celestial compass steering through the obscurity.
Remember them, for they remember you.