The Silent Pulsar

It was not just the vacuum of space that absorbed their cries; it was the very nature of the cosmos to be indifferent. The pilot, undeterred, set the control system to manual.

There were charts scattered about, with routes traced over, discolored over time, crinkled by the sweat of anticipation and distress. But here among the stars, miles and thoughts from human touch, purpose seemed idle.

"The engine hums in harmony, yet it echoes the tunes of a silent field," he muttered to himself as he adjusted the oxygen gauge.

Destination Occluded: Ciphers in the dark, a signal lost perhaps, no remorse from the void's embrace. Decisions now measure in pulsebeats of stars long extinguished. Echoes of decisions hallowed in fear, trapped inside a capsule of fate.