As we pierce the shimmering veil beyond the Helios Rift, the starling uncharted before us hymns with a thousand voices. Sensors struggle to translate the cadence, song woven into light. No known tongues speak these tongues, yet they whisper of migration, cycles upon stars shedding their skins.
Yet again, lost in the earthen echoes, we turn to Lorian stars, navigators adrift in celestial seas. Log updated, but who reads the coded sighs of Gyras III? Inky letters coil upon the ages, unfolding futures barred by unchained pasts. A galaxy watches, another dreams, and the light is always changing.
Discarded coordinates ink the silence; ghost maps wander an infinite expanse where journey begets journey. Companions of the void, aromatic nebulae unravel with every keystroke, and nothing feels right but their unraveling hearts. Stars pulse in forgotten directions as we etch echoes into the ageless dark.