**Log Entry 72-A:** When the lantern burned low, our vessel kissed the void; the constellations wept silver upon the obsidian sea.
**Log Entry 73-B:** A whisper in the mist—Sirius, a chaining ghost— howled through the fractured twilight.
**Log Entry 75-N:** The compass weeps in these heretical depths; hearts turned to celestial glass against the flow of time.
**Log Entry 78-L:** What are we but wanderers beneath irradiated tides? A synesthetic journey through spheres of wandering mind.
Embark upon further drift, captains collections of dare; a trace in mingled phosphor, or a piecemeal echo.