The Traveler Who Picks the Stars
The Traveler Who Picks the Stars
Not a seeker of light,
But a listener of the whispers of the universe
In the midst of nothingness,
He walks - without a map, without a route, without a destination.
Each star he picks
Is a memory that never belonged to him,
Is a dream of a silent planet,
Is an echo from a thousand years ago
When souls had not yet been named.
A character (The MAND Traveler) wanders in space not to conquer, but to collect "light particles" - symbolizing dreams, memories, and remnants of civilizations that are starting to color, bringing them back to weave a new picture of the present
He carries no weapons,
Only carries a net of light and travels throughout the universe.
Catching each star drop like a farmer catching morning dew,
Each star drop is an untold story,
A poem unwritten,
A star that has died but has not given up its last song.
THE MAN NAMED MAND COMES FROM THE THIRTEENTH SPACE.
In the silent region between galaxies,
where light dares not dwell,
he is called MAND.
No one knows if it is a name, or a code,
only that the place he comes from -
is not in the twelve layers of space
that the universe has ever recorded.
no coordinates, no time,
only spiraling depths
and the sound of memories denied by the universe.
MAND steps out of nothingness
as if nothingness itself calls his name.
He does not speak,
but every step he takes
emits the light of a dead civilization.
It is said that:
when MAND touches a cold star,
it burns as if remembering its own self.
It is said that:
when he is silent,
the whole galaxy listens.
And in his hand,
is a scythe of light
– a tool to collect the remaining “cracks” of creation.
What is MAND’s mission?
What is the thirteenth dimension really? Forbidden or genesis?
Did he come to this world to collect dead stars, or to restore the order of light?. The Man Called MAND He disappeared, leaving behind a new universe that was just blooming.
“The Man Called MAND.
He came from the thirteenth dimension – where the laws had never been written.
And then he disappeared.
No sound. No remnants.
Only a new universe… blossoming,
like a seed that no one knew how to sow in the void.
Some called it creation.
Some called it collapse.
But no one could call the name MAND… again.”
“MAND – the one who brought darkness and light in the same breath – disappeared.
Leaving behind… a universe that was just blooming.”
