Somewhere beyond the familiar, our course remains undecided, charting mindscapes more than seascapes.
The anchorless ship rides gentle currents driven by whim, a vessel unusually light
with the burden of unfulfilled dreams navigating unmarked waters.
Star Date: Unknown's Bastion, Third Eclipse of the Moon
Under a velvet sky streaked with dreams, the hours swell and retreat like the silent rise
and fall of distant tides. Here lies a sanctuary carved from questions, a refuge of language and silence.
Beneath the canopy of stars, I discovered truths left unspoken by the constellations. These
luminaries have whispered tales of places called home, yet experienced only in half-hearted
reveries and awakenings before dawn's light.
Passage echoes in the hold: dream, reflect, release—an ever-revolving mantra warmed
by the breath of the universe. Perhaps clarity is the destination we rarely notice drifting
just beyond our peripheral view.