Entry 276: Starless Night, we wonder if the universe snores in silence or smirks invisibly. Estimated trajectory: 90° to nowhere, with a speed of 'when it feels like it.'
Entry 311: Eclipse of Doubts, the moon has decided to play hide and seek. All systems are ironic, and the compass spins like a confused dancer.
Entry 450: Cosmic Puns, a comet passed; we laughed, it laughed back. Our destination remains the same: a point on the map that doesn't exist.