It has three hundred sixty-eight wheels, one hundred eighty-four bars, and is three thousand three hundred thirty-three kilometers long.

I standardly block your passage until you choose a path, Where three or more choices can lead to peace or wrath. I am the place where two journeys collide, And the legendary spot where the devil did bide.

Where iron binds and hope wears thin, a place where few escape once in.

A sea of stars that slowly swirls, with shining lights in cosmic whorls. Too vast to hold, yet all you see, a greater whole of mystery.

I collect stamps but send no mail, yet without me many journeys fail.