In the void, a whisper among the stars. Coordinates unbound, drifting through nothingness. The cosmic trail indicates a path not taken. Energy readings fluctuate; I am adrift.
Nebulae mark the outskirts of the observable, a nebulous graveyard for lost souls like myself. Each star a distant memory, each constellation a cluster of echoes.
I document the journey, though it seems futile. A trail of stardust fading into the ether. Navigation systems falter, errors flicker on the interface. I am a cursor lost in the map of infinity.