When the stars are your only guide, every path is a whisper. The night is a vast cathedral, each constellation a flicker of memory against the void. Somewhere in this maze, the center holds nothing and everything—a paradox under the open sky.
In these endless corridors of shadow, the silent screams echo in ways you cannot hear but can feel. Time bends, the air thickens, and words—unspoken—linger like specters in the maze's forgotten corners.
Like a forgotten map, or an unfinished story, the constellations promise more than they reveal. Follow Orion’s belt, and you may find the truth buried in stars, or maybe just darkness.