The wanderer traced steps in the star-velvet night,
seeking those guiding lights.
They whispered tales
woven from cosmic strings,
of adventures wrapped in paper thin dreams. But where
do the pieces fit?
- "Why wish upon a star—when you can catch it?" –Murmurs the Silent Traveler.
Find the forgotten maps hidden among
moonlit pathways, or
ocean chants; perhaps
the answers lie trapped in
the timeless tower.