Celestial Journey

With no destination in sight, you must decide the path that is not a path, where each step is both progress and regression towards an infinity of contemplation.

Shadows cast by the moon at noon weave stories of ancient sleep, guiding you to places you never sought. The constellations above are merely reflections of the thoughts inside, a mirror of the soul's cosmic diaspora.

Forget the stars, for they are not your navigators, but partakers of your silent reverie. To journey is to become unmoored from geography, adrift in the sea of the mind.

Useless directions often yield the most profound insights, revealing that the journey itself is the true destination.