Log Entry #1 – The First Star
In the cold grip of night, the only sound was our breath mingling with the ever-fading whispers of the abyss. We sailed past that which old tales warn against—a void crowned by the first star, glimmering like a guilty secret told too many times.
Vox astralis indeed, they sang as if to mock. Follow, follow, they beckoned, into the maw of silence. The bearings were set by lore, not light.
Navigate Elsewhere
Log Entry #II – The Unfathomable Horizon
Horizonless we drift, caught in celestial snares, each stars' wink revealing more of our lost provenance.
Our compass spins, indifferent to mercy, guided only by whispers that gnaw at sanity gripped by velvet tentacles.
The log fills as shackles, binding truth to riddle. We grasp not at charts but memories woven with shadows.
Venture Further