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🪐 THE ANCIENT OBSERVATORY
“What did they do in that fateful night?”
THE MILĶY WÄY AND EVERYTHING IN IT!

A blissful family, yet intrigued by the undiscovered things in space, mysteries that have been kept for thousands of years. They’re hooked to the constellation and its many unknowns, the lunar and stellar worlds are also the reason why they’re strung out.

🌑 [..] SPHERE | Will they find what
they've been looking for? Discover
theories that have never been revealed
by anyone or even scientists? Or was it
the other way around, they didn't get
anything? #SPĀCË_ENTHUSIAST ⨭ ORB.

💫 [..] SOJOURN | Their movements will be
recorded from here, so keep an eye out so
you don't miss anything interesting about
the constellations and the sojourn.

RESONANCE THAT RUMBLES &’ 🌑
© PHASE ONE OF THE SOJOURN.

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(An Astrophysicist.) The maestro who gave half of their lives to the enactment of celestial spaces, muddled up in overtones as unified.

PHRASEOLOGY OF PRODIGY: Telescopes catch falling celestial spacecraft, which happens quite rarely, if ever, in the past month. They captured it in an abrupt, immortalizing it in a ceaseless concourse. There was also a peculiar cliché that made one of their parents frown, the distortion of luminous forming a rather sinister vortex, a vortex they called the conundrum—spot, in turmoil like a Bermuda triangle.

⭐ The never—before—seen quantum spatial structure revealed itself to them that after hours, amongst a scattering of luminescent stars, they loomed in descriptions and crackling corpses. There are wormholes that are ostensible to connect the dimensional pathways between space and time inside the portal, and blackholes that play an important role there, as the main object of the opening door but also can’t be touched and become an important anchor for all systems outside space and around the portal.

“Wormholes aren't just interstellar grooves, they're adamantine matrixes. But the black hole..” 🧭 It's on a whole other level, a black hole has the role of hiding the portal's command core, the singularity nexus that harbors the enigmas of the cosmos. The enigma that had been kept so tightly, even the astronauts and other NASA staff couldn’t unveil it. They wandered into a lie. So the Eurythmic family tracks the whereabouts of important things in the cosmos, scaring up how important the two necessary bourne in the portal are.

⊕ @GeislerVoyager ✦ ASTROPHILE (&’) They recognized to maneuver gravitational frequencies to open a gap from the necessary point to the wormholes and blackholes, to photograph and explore what was going on there. It took a long time, months of working with telescopes and other clobber to detect outer space, until they got a good signal from there. The portal opened, but there seemed to be something strange behind it, like a terrifying two-way door. “Another dimension is waiting for them to come, but is it possible?” They still have a considerable sojourn ahead: This is far from the conclusion, it's merely the commencement.

Whisper of The Galaxy..

/*
🌌 AstroFamily Log: Milky Way Mission
🚀 Target: Wormhole to Sagittarius A* (Black Hole)
*/

const family = {
  name: "Astrovia",
  obsession: "galaxy",
  core: "Milky Way"
};

const portal = {
  entry: "wormhole",
  coreGuard: "black hole",
  secret: "universe’s singularity point"
};

console.log(`👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 ${astrophile} engaged!`);
console.log(`🌀 Entering ${portal.entry}...`);
console.log(`⚫ ${portal.coreGuard} detected — hiding ${portal.secret}`);
console.log(`📡 Obsession: ${family.obsession} | Destination: ${family.core}`);
console.log(`✨ Curiosity is the key to the stars.`);

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︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎
Within that radiance, clasp those diminutive yet indomitable hands fragile in form, yet imbued with the ferocious fervor and grotesque fervency of the maniacally fixated. Their grip is as unwavering as the delusions that plague the minds of the deranged. ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎

︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎🪐 . . ／ “Empty Soulscape” Sanity.
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎Voidbound Guardian. '𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐒. [. II]

(The effulgence of an otherworldly luminance scorches the sight). Eclipsing vision with its merciless brilliance, while the opalescent aperture of a metaphysical portal unfurls in silence. An invitation to transgress the boundaries of reality. (. .) Above, the astral expanse churns constellations shedding their ancient silence to bestow raw, unmediated cognition. ⛯

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︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎──────── (⅋.) BIND THE PATH
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎“Nebular Watcher.” ──── 291, Call. ⚶

A compass bereft of direction and sanity—spins with frenetic abandon, indifferent to destination or destiny.

︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎📞🪙 . . Glean wisdom not from presence, but from absence: from that which is ostensibly meaningless, uncover truths buried in negation.

︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎

︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎⏳ . . ( ETHERNAL BOND ) Nocturnal Hunger.
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎Shadowed Ruin, “I Feel Everything—”. . Void‽

Nocturnal phantoms encroach upon their waking hours, their presence no longer confined to sleep's dominion. The metamorphosis of the interdimensional portal, an anomaly begotten by the stare of abyssal orbs unfurls outcomes neither benign nor benevolent. Fleeting garlands of mirthful grins stretch across fleeting daylight, only to be swallowed by nightfall’s clamor where slumber becomes cacophonous and dreams convulse in starvation beneath the insatiable appetite of darkness.

ㅤㅤㅤ│“Father. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSilent Promise.
ㅤㅤㅤ│ Where?”ㅤㅤㅤ⛣ㅤㅤBurning Hope.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤRUN! ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤRUN! ㅤ⚉ㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑. | • (IV. Euphoria)
ㅤㅤㅤIntertwines their calloused fingers with
ㅤㅤㅤthe  younger's  fragile  hand. They  are
ㅤㅤㅤguardians,  sworn  eternally. “..Whisper”.

It summons a forgotten incantation, uttered instinctively in a language carved into the marrow of their being. The cadence of their chant reverberates, sacred and familiar, resonant with ancestral memory.

ㅤ— : It spirals like fate's cruel tether / . . ⌛️ Ensnaring what was never meant to be entwined.

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