[ Audio log. ] "....log...eight was it..?" "N-..No no...no..it...it should be seven. Yes, seven.." "It's been a long time now... around... 100 sweeps... or so now.. Its rather silly, how my last recording was so long ago.. you'd think I would have done more.." [Theres a pause. ] " ...I-..I got tired... to exhausted to upkeep most of my hobbies... recording included... sleep has been..my only comfort.. to dream is to escape this ship, even but for a moment.." "My painting...my painting of my moirail was destroyed..a few...sweeps ago now...and now, I can barely recollect her in my mind... even her voice feels to foreign to me.. his voice too... his painting remains, the only painting that is.. " "My ship is old...very old now.. perhaps... this ship was always going to fail on me.. to keep me trapped, drifting within the cosmos.." [A slow inhale, a few seconds pass and slow exhale leaves.] " .....This is what I deserve.." "A life of solitude, as it...always should've been.. I dared to want.. dared to desire... I dared to want to live.." " . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . " " My eyes....a...are so....weary.... " [ Log ends. ] #spacelogs
man i waited a whoole day foor this update and she still hasn't gootten too a planet yet?? this audioo shoow sure drags soometimes