In the remnants of forgotten stars, our destiny carves a path through the cosmos.
"Day 139: The luster of Polaris has dimmed, replaced by piercing gazes of twin suns. We draw near to the Catacombs of Lyra, our charts in disarray..."
"Year 311: Messages from the void arrive in shimmering cascades of light. Celestial whispers foretell omens and veils between realities seem thin tonight beneath the Siren Moon..."
"Return year unknown: The Ship's soul murmurs in the tongues of Ageless Ones. We circle upon the shadowy depths where voices of ancestors echo, fragments of our vanished past."
"Chronological rift: Our youth here is nothing more than a reflection of dreams lost in night's clamouring silence. Look not to stars for navigation, rather our broken compass heart..."