Night arrives not as absence, but as a canvas for wonder. ASTRALE is the day the sky learns to speak. Points of light stretch across the void like notes in a silent melody, and time begins to draw its circles.
You lift your gaze and, for the first time, understand that meaning lives beyond what you can touch. The stars do not answer your questions, they teach you how to ask better ones.
ASTRALE is the birth of direction, of inner navigation by outer mystery. It is the moment you realize the universe has always known your name.
