Celestial Nav Log - Solstice Eve:
The stars aligned to form pathways unheard.
A dialogue with Orion: I sport the broken bow.
Did the voyage impose such wisdom upon our spirits?
Seek the coordinates not charted, but whispered in silence.
Celestial Nav Log - Dawn’s Light:
Observations reveal the moon's elusive shadow.
Xenon thoughts cross tides unforeseen.
Is it the echo of the Milky Way that writes our destiny in light?
Navigate the void with an anchor made of starlight.
Celestial Nav Log - Midnight Murmurs:
The compass wobbles, caught in gravity's embrace.
Charting nebulas: an art as ancient as whispered dreams.
Breakers within the ether; cosmic songs fainter at sea.
Does the chart exist, or is existence merely an echoing chart?