Stardate YZ.52-A: As we drift through the unresolved galaxy of Ithara, the whispers of ancient quasars speak only in echoes. Coordinates adjusted by the winged constellations. See verses.
Skyscanner IX: Fine-tuning the celestial helm. The nebular winds disorient, yet Polaris IV guides unerringly to the dusk of distant realms. Graphite constellations detailed in margins. Chart curves.
Log Entry 7:43 - Yesterday seemed like an eternity. Flashes of superluminous dreams ink the astral map anew. Navigating through the psychic flotsam, our voyage dances with stardust. More is less, they say. Expound further.