Time drifts like the silent pulse of an unseen wave.
Position: Distant Echoes of the Inverted Horizon. Stars align but speak in riddles.
Observation: Two moons observe a solitary voyager, their faces cryptic. The constellations shimmer with forgotten truths, veiled in the mist of time.
Course: 7 degrees starward, pursuing the lost wave.
Thought: "To navigate the unseen current is to embrace the void; perhaps here lies my true bearing."
The compass whispers.
Lost in the folds of the celestial sea, a warm breeze carries the scent of distant shores.
Reflection: Stars, like scattered wishes, guide the heart, not the vessel.
Charting the nebulae, I find solace in the chaos, tethered to nothing, yet anchored deeply in the cosmos.
Beyond the void, the Sea Mist thickens.
Further down the Whispering Waves lie untold stories.