Lodestar of memories, chasing the twilight
through ink-stained orbits, tracing forgotten
constellations on the skin of the universe.
Log Entry 237:
The bow of our ship crests the astral tide,
steering by the grave whispers of ancient
mariners. A sea of stars watches... waiting.
Ether winds murmur soft secrets,
melodies only known to the night.
Charting the unknown, we write
our dreams among the ephemeris.
Log Entry 014:
The nebula’s embrace was as silent
as the slumber of a wandering soul,
caught in a dance of melancholy and
light, adrift in the cosmic azure.
As the earthbound clock ticks
its relentless cadence, we remain
tethered to the stars—lost, found,
and ultimately, unbound by time.