coming soon to iphone

A sky of your own nights.

Constellate is a cartography instrument, not a diary that talks back. You write the dream. You mark the plates that were in it. The marks you choose become constellations, and the constellations become a sky that is only ever yours.

constellate

A house on a ridge under a forming constellation, the sky already tracing lines between the stars.

the catch

The sky is the page

No feed, no blank form to fill in. You write the dream directly onto the night, in your own words, the moment it is still close enough to hold.

the mark

You chart it yourself

Forty engraved plates, an atlas of what recurs in dreams. After you release one, you tap the plates that were in it. Nothing is guessed at, and nothing is generated for you. The chart is built from what you actually marked.

“Water and House have arrived together four times.”

the sky

Your nights become a sky

Every mark you make joins the ones before it. Patterns surface on their own, computed from your own history, never inferred. The atlas fills because you charted it, night by night.

a few of the plates

The Water plate, one of the engraved marks in the Constellate atlas.
Water
The House plate, one of the engraved marks in the Constellate atlas.
House
The Door plate, one of the engraved marks in the Constellate atlas.
Door
The Threshold plate, one of the engraved marks in the Constellate atlas.
Threshold
The Key plate, one of the engraved marks in the Constellate atlas.
Key
The Moon plate, one of the engraved marks in the Constellate atlas.
Moon

The free practice is not a trial.

Unlimited dreams, the full atlas, the whole sky, all of your history. It stays whole on its own. No ads, no tracking, nothing sold to anyone. Read the whole promise.

Coming soon to iPhone.