On the third rotation of our starship, I ponder the nature of time. It drags and pulls like the tides upon a moonless sea, yet here we are, caught between the echoes of what was and what may yet become. The nebulae outside offer solace, a reminder of the vastness of the unknown.
The Unraveling VoidAdjusting the astrolabe to catch the shimmer of a distant quasar, I realize navigation through the stars is not just about position, but a perception of self among the constellations. Each star represents a decision, a path untaken.
Ancient Fables of the StarsToday, the ship sings a low hum, vibrating in resonance with an unseen frequency. It whispers truths long forgotten, truths that defy the linearity, of our scholarly tomes. Perhaps the end is merely a passageway to another spiral.
Eternal Return