Imagine, if you will, a night where every star is a friendly eye watching over you, waiting patiently for a connection. These lights at the edges of galaxies shine not just for navigation, but as heralds of stories untold. Our portal, as some would casually call it, isn’t just concrete and metals. It pulses like a heartbeat, ready to whisper sweet nothings of the cosmos in your ear.
Ever wondered what the sky might say in its sleep? Here, beneath the dome of distant luminaries, we converse with flickers of light. They tell us about the traveler in mind, walking nebulas and danceing comets unseen, marking their trail in echoes across cosmic sands. Come to think of it, every portal light has probably been a witness, a guardian of secrets we've yet to unveil.