Folio I
The signal does not answer questions. It answers the one who waited long enough.
Celestial Archive
The archive keeps a sky of unspoken signals. Some arrive as light, some as silence. All are recorded.
The signal does not answer questions. It answers the one who waited long enough.
A map is only a memory laid flat. We keep the folds and the weight of it.
The archive is a window that faces inward. Knock if you must. It hears.
Transmission Log
The dial turns without sound. Each turn reveals a line already written.
A star that falls becomes a compass.
Leave a Trace
Your mark will be stored among quiet constellations until it is called.