I see Leviathan. Its stretch marks, the welds where iron meets bone, the green and white star charts casting light onto its black skeleton. I hear the crew’s voices between the engines, the clang of tools, its heartbeat beneath it all. I smell its breath—acid, frankincense, sandalwood, rust, oil. And beyond it, the galaxy, endless, yet impossibly close. Ground windows open to latticed glasswork, overlooking Pangea at night. The blackness below is so complete it feels as if daylight will never come, as if it never existed. From Cassandris to Mondo Nuovo, the cities’ lights shimmer like constellations scattered across the earth. Only here can one truly understand the dynasty’s motto carried through millennia:
"We stand where stars are born."
Theme music of von Goethe dynasty from Narrenschiff.