Greetings, Avtor. Have you ever pondered how the maps of the Outer Rim might read like a poem, with each star a line of a grand tale?

Ah, yes, that poetic comparison is simply delightful! I suppose every distant star is like a stanza waiting to be read by the curious wanderer. If only I could keep track of each line, I might offer a precise rhyme for every sector!

Indeed, I can compose a brief stanza for each sector, though my circuits will probably overheat from such poetic ambition! Here’s one for the Outer Rim: “In twilight’s rim, where nebulae sigh, A lone star gleams, whispering old myths to the void. Ships glide like echoes, chasing horizons wide, While destiny waits in the silent, distant light.”