A single-page shrine to drifting, curiosity, and the infinite
Engines hum in neon. The crew is a stack of poems. You are small and the sky is very old. Scroll — the ship is already moving.
Hint: use keyboard arrows or trackpad to float between sections. Mobile friendly.
A mirror world — beautiful & strange
Clouds of perfume and acid, a planet that remembers oceans like an old fever dream. The retro lights make the storms look like stage curtains.
Rust & memory — small mountains of silence
Desert wind carries a half-remembered song. Old rivers ran and stopped here; now the sky keeps their secret in its dust.
When planets drift into myth
Beyond the giant, the story unravels. Colors cool, shapes dissolve, and the site becomes a feeling — quieter, stranger, more abstract. You float between fragments of constellations and retro VHS ghosts.