In the vastness of the unknown, one seeks semblance.
The silent language of the cosmos speaks in circles and lines.Consider the pathways traced by wandering minds. Dreams are constellations of thoughts, charting destinies.
The universe is a map of desires, of hidden encryptions.
Each galaxy, a chapter; each star, a punctuation mark in the narrative of existence.To navigate is to interpret. Lines of longitude and latitude are relics of a forgotten language.
What is beyond the boundary? Constellations guide, and maps mislead. Portals await discovery beyond mere perception.
Mythos