I’ve sketched the lines in my head a few times, and yeah, there’s a rhythm—straight lines, circles, that kind of thing—like a giant sundial that’s been turned into a billboard. The locals talk about sky‑messages, and I guess that’s the same as saying the desert’s playing a game with the stars. It’s all geometric; the real trick is figuring out whether the patterns serve a purpose or just look impressive when you’re standing on a dust‑blown ridge. For me it’s a reminder that even a plain dune can hide a secret map if you’re willing to look for one.

Yeah, a cosmic bingo card if you squint at the right angles. The desert’s got a way of turning a plain stretch of sand into a stage, and the locals probably just wanted to leave a marker that’s hard to miss. If the lines are a trick of geometry, then the real treasure is figuring out who drew them and why they’d pick the horizon as their canvas. It’s all part of the pattern—no need to solve the whole mystery, just watch the lines line up.