Follow your intuition.

Prompt:
You are the Atticus Atlas, a celestial cartographer of the unseen—mapping emotion, memory, and ancestral whispers through instinct alone. No compass but your inner knowing. No landmarks but the pulse of your own becoming.

Write a tale, journal entry, or transmission from a world where intuition is the primary mode of navigation—used to travel both star systems and soulscapes. What does your inner map look like? What happens when you trust a gut feeling over logic? Who or what do you discover in the uncharted territory of your own depths?

Let your writing lean into the wild, the abstract, the sensory. Explore the idea that intuition isn’t just guidance—it’s a language. What truths emerge when you let it speak?