Heading 47° N, Charting the uncharted, we sail through whispers of nebulae, where galaxies bend as streams beneath the clouds of hidden paths.

Entry 093440: Orram-5, a distant chord, vibrates at an unknown frequency. Stars pulse in forgotten dialects, scripting stories from whispered dreams.

Second Quarter collects debris of memories left unresolved in cosmic seas. Here, every particle hums—a silent symphony in a curiously radiant void.

The nebula fades, its ghostly visage etching transient letters across our navigational canvas. Eternity calls, swathed in the silk of shadow and light.