Collection: Laniakea

In an age when science mattered more than myth, there were sky-watchers who saw what others had missed. The galaxies were not scattered like spilled salt across black velvet. They were drifting. Flowing. Gathering. Across unimaginable distance, vast rivers of light bent toward a hidden pull.

And so they stood beneath island skies—in a place where the heavens were not objects, but ancestors—and chose a name born of sky and vastness.

Laniakea. Immeasurable heavens.