Imagine a map, not laid on table, but hidden amidst stars. Between the silent cosmic murmurs, a story of shadows and whispered navigations.
"You're looking a bit lost," the void would say, if it could muster the force between galaxies. Yet, its sarcasm swaddled like nebulae in gentle embrace.
They told me secrets under magnificent skies - things only audible when surrounded by the persistent night. Paths not taken, echoes left unchased. Have you ever paused to listen where they've pointed with ethereal fingers, unseen except in the mind's open space?
Click to uncover more, if only to hear what many have unconsciously missed: the echo roads.
And of maps not drawn: the quiet nations hold vast lands unseen.
Stay a while, and let celestial silence be your companion.