Log Entry 42-AD: The Silhouette of Antares
When the door creaked open, I beheld not the hallway but a cosmic canvas. Stars, stitched in bright agony, whispered coordinates unseen. I drifted, charting forgotten constellations in spectral ink.
Rediscovery: Boots left in the void, a gravity unmatched, my senses adrift.
Steer towards the unseen flux of Shamus's Orbit.
Midnight doubts claim the quantum echoes of forgotten dreams.