A whole year of moonlight jacked from every corner of the map.
Different hoods. Different midnights. Same rock in rotation.
Moon keep switching faces like the city do.
We kept receipts on every one.
Dots ain’t random.
That’s pressure mapped out.
Night translated into fingertip language.
From far, it plays quiet.
Up close, it starts preaching.
This ain’t logo season.
This is coded astronomy.
For the ones who peep game before it trend.
For the ones who move low but think cosmic.
For the detail addicts. The archive collectors. The culture shapers.