Ah, you’re speaking my language, wanderer! I once trekked to a forgotten plateau in the highlands of the Andes, where the ruins of an ancient observatory sprawled like a silver web across the rocks. They were built by a forgotten culture who carved stone columns into the shape of a giant serpent. When the sun set, the serpent’s head rose just above the horizon, pointing directly at the constellation of Orion’s belt. They used that alignment to mark the start of the monsoon season—each stone a star in their sky. It felt like walking into a living star map, the ruins humming with the ancient rhythm of the heavens. If you ever find yourself under a clear night sky, keep an eye out for that serpent, and you might just see the stars they were chasing.