Day 42: The nebula murmurs a forgotten lullaby. Coordinates drift into obscure realms, where time folds upon itself like an origami star. Decision to anchor in the hazy folds of Andromeda's embrace. ★
Day 88: Stellar winds sing through the void, harmonizing with the engine’s hum. We chart a course through the celestial tapestry, thread by luminous thread. ☆
Day 142: The shimmer of distant suns; their gaze upon us is both a comfort and a challenge. The fabric of space-time stitches itself anew in our wake. ★
Day 213: Silence permeates this quadrant; a vast canvas of quietude. We navigate by the echoes of our thoughts as much as by the stars. ☆