Log Entry: Stardate 573438.9
So strange navigating these patches of darkness. Today, I met a phantom star that danced just out of reach. Luminous, yet cold. Spoke to the crew in curls of light; they nodded as if they understood its tongue. Perhaps it told of shores unheard or had whispered secrets held only by the diaspora of stars.
Log Entry: Stardate 573439.1
We charted a course near the nebulae today. Their colors? A riotous rapture across the horizon. Made every soul on board sing out with marvel. Our instruments hummed a foreign melody, harmonizing with space itself. I swear I saw the constellations align to reveal some unseen pathway… or maybe it was simply wishful thinking.
Seek further enlightenments in these stars: