Hey there, navigator! Have you ever found yourself wandering down an enigmatic alley under a canopy of uncharted stars? Forget the north star; it’s the moonlit puddles that guide me...
Diary Entry - Solstice Surprises:
There’s a corner in the old district where shadows bloom, no street signs, just the whispering of neon ghosts. I followed the Orion’s belt tonight, but it was surely glimmering reflections on a rusted pipe.
Sometimes you need to bend your eyes like light through a prism, finding direction's not about compass points but about feeling the world spin beneath your feet...
Starlight: Last seen... here, or perhaps, there...
Paths untraveled: