Whenever Trazyn saw the Brilliant Star Map, he was struck by its simplicity and complexity.
Its operation was so simple that even the ignorant could use that seemingly crude device to alter the stars and toy with the laws of the universe.
The truths of the universe were complex to the ignorant—the lightning in the clouds, the tremors within the crust. Mortals linked them to elusive gods, using their crude, primitive minds to peer into the truth of the universe.
Yet the truths of the universe were so simple to those with knowledge: the revolution and rotation of the stars, the invisible paths of motion within that grand expanse, smooth and orderly. Truly perfect workings required only the lightest push to yield great results. The universe was an exquisite mechanism, every inch carrying its own unique meaning. It was not the convoluted complexity of Goldberg machines, producing absurd outcomes through countless meaningless motions.
The space containing the Brilliant Star Map was pure white. White beyond the sight of any blemish or boundary. Neither geometric nor non-geometric shapes could be distinguished; only the assembled computer stood at the center of the space.
Orikan and his subordinates had always meticulously adjusted and maintained this space containing the Brilliant Star Map. This place, isolated from space and dimensions, ensured that the Brilliant Star Map would not affect the universe's course during its autonomous operation.
Forward or backward, left or right. Whether one moved faster than light or traveled by creating singularities, one could not get even a step farther from the Brilliant Star Map. Even when the perfectly accurate void clock told you that you had walked with your back to the Brilliant Star Map for tens of thousands of years—
Turning around, you would still see the Brilliant Star Map unchanged in