Before science measured the sky, art gave it meaning. Flat earth cosmology once shaped maps, myths, and architecture as a symbolic language of order, time, and orientation beneath the heavens. Interpreted through art rather than argument, the dome becomes not a claim, but an invitation—to re-enter a world where the sky was a clock, the map was a story, and cosmology was something you lived within.

Edges are rarely enforced by walls alone. They are maintained through narrative, restriction, and repetition — until curiosity itself learns where it is not supposed to go.