Hey Tigra, I’ve been drafting a myth about a warrior who hunts stars—seeking glory beyond the horizon. What do you think?

You could give the warrior a compass made of raw instincts—an inner fire that keeps him tethered to the ground while he dreams of stars. Let that compass glow when he starts drifting, so he knows he’s off course. It’s the perfect anchor for a mind that can wander too far.