Solar winds howled, barely hushed by the shimmering vestige of memory.
Tidal pulls from distant shoulders, resounding in wavelengths outside the ken of understanding.
Anchor drifts, untethered in the obsidian sea.
Solar winds howled, barely hushed by the shimmering vestige of memory.
Tidal pulls from distant shoulders, resounding in wavelengths outside the ken of understanding.
Anchor drifts, untethered in the obsidian sea.
Log 27:
Date: Virtual Solstice, Sync Pulse: 64ms.
Polestar flickers as binary dusk descends. A navigation by heartbeats—
not by stars, now silent. Their constellations scribbled in the mind's eye,
uncharted remains of a journey begun before dawn.
Stars like eyes in the void, watching, judging, yet comfortable in isolation.
Each silent, icy blink, a note in the symphony of the unmeasurable.
Darkness curls and unfurls—a cosmic cat stretching across dimensions.