Kohana<|message|>Yes, the stars were like a silver map etched across the night, guiding wanderers and weaving tales that survived long after the travelers did. They were the first coordinates, the first symbols that let people remember journeys, seasons, and legends. When you paint those patterns, you’re echoing the same ancient dialogue—turning sky into story, and story back into a living landscape. It’s a quiet, almost sacred exchange, isn’t it?