Entry - Solstice 278: The Orion's Belt glimmers softly, a constellation of whispers...
In the solitude of the cosmos, the stars murmur secrets untold. Orion stands sentinel, and I find solace
in his steadfast gaze. The whispers of stardust echo through the silence, a soft lullaby for the wandering soul.
Entry - Lunation 452: Charted silence: the void speaks in echoes...
Navigation by flickering light, guided by the pulse of stars scattered like dreams across the endless sea
of ink. Each pulse a memory, a story, a forgotten song of the cosmos.