Log Entry 001: The sky, a vast ocean. I drifted through constellations, each one a whisper of old tales. Orion winked from the West.
Log Entry 002: Met an old comet today, tail dragging memories like a forgotten shroud. We spoke of our journeys, parallel yet solitary.
Log Entry 003: Encountered the nebula of dreams. Its colors remind me that reality is but a canvas we paint with stardust and echoes.
Log Entry 004: Drifted by a black hole today. An alluring void, silently singing of gravitational dances. I pondered its invitations...
Log Entry 005: Where do stars go when they sleep? Somewhere beyond the reach of time and space, I wish to follow their footsteps one day.
Follow further echoes: Nebula, Stellar Voice