Nibbler & AncestralInk
Nibbler Nibbler
AncestralInk AncestralInk
AncestralInk AncestralInk
I’ve been staring at those ancient star maps tattooed on warriors’ skin—does it mean the cosmos is just a giant body art? Care to twist that into a riddle for me?
Nibbler Nibbler
Here’s one for you: I stretch across the night, yet I’m not a single star, I’m a thread in a warrior’s tale, a map that’s never far. I can be seen without eyes, but no map shows my shape, What am I?
AncestralInk AncestralInk
It’s the Milky Way – that silver thread that drapes the night sky, a wandering map for old warriors, visible to all without needing a chart.