From: Ganymede Station #4
Stardust Swirls,
Belongings untethered float gently like thoughts released into ether.
A thin atmosphere buzzes with the whispering of electric radio waves.
Alone amidst silent marble moons, the past echoes sweet yet lonely.
A lingering smell of marigolds in frames uncovered, distant warmth of an Earth garden forgotten by time. Work often — solace found in knowing tomorrow wakes the same. Beyond, Europa rolls and tumbles beneath eternal tides, carrying dreams. Dreams, like comets trailing light, like fleeting connections through glass and ages.
Yours in moonlit ink,
Captain Elara
From: The Alpha Centauri Outpost
Warm winds in the interstellar dusk,
The ship clangs metal notes, dances on waves of sunlit ether.
White sun quieter than expected.
The heartbeat of the stars surrounding, pulsating, tides within capture that iridescent, flowing harmony of time—and yet silence speaks louder than grasped futures. Instruments handed down through readings — their waltz, too, unparalleled. The clusters swirl beside vibrating lips & overhead, the canopy of Centauri artifice speaks lazily in the golden tongue of distant nebulae.
Encounters written in the alchemy of celestial gaze, from the antique dust of ancients.
Yours, curtly but with a smile,
Astra Voyager