An interface, obscured by cosmic dust, awaits the whispered commands of lost travelers. Each adjustment echoes through the void, where glitches paint forgotten constellations.
Consider the world as a series of fleeting pixels; each moment a glitch in the fabric of the cosmos. The stars, our earliest computers, long for calibration.
As you calibrate the constellations, remember: every adjustment steers a vessel far beyond sight, through realms of potentiality and mystery.