SUN + STAR

Being a dedicated cartographer of her spirit is like being a tourist who never left. Navigating secret alleys under moonlight, lighting the spires of her laughter at golden hour, while simultaneously studying the quiet, crumbling poetry of her forgotten courtyards. Berlin's lessons come in rhythms until they find a place within, from the rush hour of her excitement, to the tranquil parks of contentment.

But she is a city does not love you back.

It simply exists, beautiful and indifferent. Its gates: forever open. Its skyline: a silent monument to a thousand others that came before. Being designated another padestrian on the street corner, feeling the chill of her shadow, waiting for a welcome that was never meant to come.

This is what happens when Stars don't see themselves in Suns.