your galaxy is Euclid (1)
πŸš€ High probability location, travel with confidence!
This is an unknown system
It's potentially named "Isenda", within the region Lehofte Fringe βž”
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π–¦ΉEuclid (1) is a Normal galaxy
⊞ Quadrant Beta β
β—± Sector 3
  β– Block 2
    β˜Β³ Cube 3
β—‡ Region Lehofte Fringe
Reachable

This Region is Reachable
it's neither in the Fade or the Core

⬌West - East axis X 694

Near Central Axis
↦ East Spatial Progression
Between the core and the outer parts

⬌Top - Bottom axis Y -1

Very Close to Galactic Equator
↑ Lower Spatial Progression
Almost touching the middle of the galaxy

⬌North - South axis Z -706

Near the Galactic Meridian
β†₯ North Spatial Progression
Somewhere between the middle and the far sides

Could be named Isenda

Generated as an approximation based on the system’s coordinates
So it could be close to the real name… but not always !
It’s an educated guess, just what the glyphs decoder thinks it might be :)

β˜€ Solar System Index #335

Probably Exists
highest probability
β„™ 100%

Rβ‚€ β‰ˆ 395 995 light years from the core
why a yellow sun ?

It's the most common star color in the galaxy

You'll teleport there if it exists
We’re not certain this world exists
Worst case, you're sent to the first planet
β—‰ Stellar Body #1 of the system
why so many stellar body ?

high probability the sytem harbors the maximum of planets and, or, moons : it's the most common configuration

Should the glyphs be wrong or unrecognized, the portal will stop the sequence and display an in-game message
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