Navigator's Notebook

Day 42: Observing Rigel's wobbled stance. Navigation seems errant beneath the rippling canvas of time. The waypoints flux with each passage. A cosmic quiet settles over the interstellar seas.

Coordinates elusive, yet heartened whispers trail within the conduit. Drifting into distances unnamed – perhaps the fictional Ahura awaits beyond the seventh comet's blaze.

Day 79: Sidereal tides pull fiercely near one unnamed nebula, refracting trails of predecessors. A temporary shelter found within the gleam of ancient pilgrimage.

Stars speak in haunted tongues. The Nebula's eye reveals a truth I've long chased but only half believe: Interstitial spaces merge memories long lost to the void.