Stardate 72351.9. Reflections speck the night.
Log Entry - 16th Quarter of Yew:
Sailed under the pallid beam of the ghostly lantern, its presence flickering between realms. The constellations twined their melancholic dance, whispering secrets of forgotten tides.
The handle of the oar whispers the name "Thalia," as if she wields power over the ether here.
Log Entry - 28th Hour of Rose:
Cloistered among spectral blooms, the sky unfurled a shroud of stars. Each one harbored a aching tale of loss and longing. We traced paths that ancient mariners dared tread but feared to remember.
The cinders of the past coil around my memory, leaving only phantoms in their wake.
Log Entry - 40th Year of Ash:
Tomorrow's wind carries a tune, a dirge for lands unseen. These oscillations in the celestial dome speak of other realms, alternate histories we dare only study in sleep.
The compass needle spins wildly, obeying no master, tethered only to the whims of the stars.
Further musings: Forgotten Shores | Depths of Shadows