Each day Kosmic tells you where the Moon is resting, what that tends to mean for you, and what the day is good for. All of it is computed on your iPhone, and none of it is sent anywhere.
Coming to the App Store. iPhone, iOS 17 and later.
Kosmic opens on the Moon: the lunar mansion it is crossing, one of the twenty-seven the older astronomers called nakshatras, and the phase it is holding. The reading beneath is written for that mansion and for the one you were born under, so it speaks to you rather than to everyone.
An eagle over the road. A dream you can still see at breakfast. The clock reading 2:22 again. Write the line down and Kosmic recognizes the sign as you type, offering what it has long been taken to mean. Nothing is invented and nothing is guessed.
Your entries settle onto a calendar annotated with the Moon, so a season of small notes becomes a shape you can read. Once a week Kosmic gathers what returned, and what phase it returned under, and says it back to you plainly.
The positions are worked out on the device, from the ephemeris, in the moment you open it. There is no account to make and no server standing behind it.
Your birth details and your journal stay where you wrote them. No analytics, no tracking, nothing collected. Delete the app and it all goes with it.
Every reading was authored by a human hand, sentence by sentence, against named classical sources. No model writes your day.
Sidereal positions to the arcminute, so the mansion you are told the Moon is in is the mansion the Moon is in, down to the minute it crosses.
One honest price when it launches, and no advertising, ever.