Stars
People have always looked at the same scattered points of light and seen whatever mattered to them: hunters, ploughs, a queen in a chair. I put in a few of mine. The Needle, from a game about a haystack. The Kettle, from a story about a lighthouse. And Bee 75, who opened a puzzle box while the others watched and learned. A night later I added Harrow Point, a lighthouse with its beam out, from a story about a keeper who forgets everything at midnight and reads herself back from her logbook. Yours are only saved in your own browser, so nobody else sees them.