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[ Audio log...? ] " Ah.... so it 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 still work...." " How hardy... to think that...after all these sweeps...only technology...would keep me company.. " " Oh....look at me.... hideous thing that I am.. " " Perhaps... perhaps I was always fated...to be stranded... stranded in the voids of space...where none can ever percieve me.... how could anyone stand to look at me... how could 𝘩𝘦 have.... " " He...was always to kind for me... so warm...as the lowering sun.... loved me... saw me.... I didn't deserve such kindness..." "This....This loneliness...yes...this...this is simply what was always meant to be.." "....... right.... audio log...nine.." [ Audio log...? end. ] https://file.garden/aelVJgRZYyZ0NkRu/spacebound%201.png #spacelogs
...LEILOOOO????
[ Audio log. ] "...L....log eight....truly this time..." " It is so dark.....not a star in sight... " ............ " " Even...the cosmos....has left me...to my isolation..." [ Audio end. ] #spacelogs
aw man what a cliff hanger...i hoope she makes it oout oof this...
[ 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
[ Audio log. ] [ The audio file is quiet at first, it seems that the recorder was unintentionally turned on. ] " *Sniffle* *sob* " " I'll never see them again.. theres nothing left." [ The voice whispers in between sobs. ] " ᴵ'ᵐ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵃᵗˢ ˡᵉᶠᵗ " [ Audio log ends. ] #spacelogs
damn proops too the vooice actress cuz she's puttin' her all intoo this
[ Audio log. ] "Log....six, I've.. lost space to put up my paintings, the ship was always small to begin with... I suppose I had just... never thought I'd run out so soon still...but atleast...atleast some of that space is now forever occupied by their faces..." " The...radar..the one for this ship, it is supposed to have signaled to me a planet to live on and yet... not a peep. It's been.... " [ There is a long pause. ] "...t..t-three months...yes three months..I musn't forget. Three months since I've been space bound. The days meld together...there is no day and night cycle for me to lean upon, and the very clock within my ship has since gone haywire. I have had to...to rely solely..on my senses, to write down the passage of time. " " Three months....three months since I've been seperated from them....that I've lost him... three months.." "........" "I miss his...warmth...I miss the comfort he brought me... The world we promised to build for one another..." " The paintings of him.. are all I have left... I don't....I am beginning to...to forget his voice..." " W...When will this be over.. " [ Audio log ends. ] #spacelogs
title droop
[Audio log. ] "A....Audio log five. " [The voice seems to have lost much of its "hope" since the last log. ] "I....it has been.. a few months now. " "I had almost forgotten, that...I had started this...this little audio journal.." "I've been..busy, busy painting, painting their faces.. I cannot afford to forget them, to forget her. To forget 𝘩𝘪𝘮 ." " But....but now...they're all here, my eyes can drink the very features that I feared so deeply that would become nothing but burning memories.. They will live on, with me. Travel the very cosmos with me.." "...... I hope that, their names will be remembered too, far beyond my passing, however long that may be... ■■■■■■ ■■■■■■ and ■■■■■■ ■■■■■■ .. Those are whom I hope permeate time. Please remember them " [ Audio log ends. ] #Spacelogs
[ Audio log. ] "Audio log number four.." "Forgive me for my..rather abrupt departure in the last recording.. The memories still all feel fresh in my mind.. though one should not dwelve to deeply into thoughts that harm, so instead.. " [ The recorder is being carried, lots of shuffling is heard, before being set on a solid surface. ] " Lets...make dinner shall we..? " [More shuffling, not pans or pots, no bowls either, but the sound of plastic bags can be heard sloshing and crinkling. ] " This ship, thankfully came with various ways to sustain me for... however long it will take for me to find a habitable planet to survive on.. an almost endless supply of space food..! " "......" "It...ah.. it isn't quite the kind of cuisine I would.. prefer to consume but, one musn't be picky.." " The taste isn't...isn't even that terrible once you are accustomed to it.. Its all I have anyways, so I must get used to it, that simple. " " I have a fabricator as well, a true boon in this scenario, it can create a few various things, mostly meals but some rudimentary things as well such as paper and even some art supplies..!" " I...I want to start painting again soon.." "I fear that... That if I do not, I will forget their faces.." "Forgetting them, would...would condemn me. " ". . . . . . . . " " W- Well, time for me too...consume m..my dinner...hah..." "...." "Goodbye." [ Audio log ends. ] #spacelogs
[Another audio log.] " Audio log number three. This has been recorded 3 days after the ■■ of ■■■■■■ of year ■■■■■■. Three weeks out.. Three weeks since I was sent away. " "....I may never know if these tapes could be found, but perhaps I could still impart my tale, impart the journey I've unwillingly embarked upon.." " ........ " " As...implied in my two previous tapes, I am an escapee. I hail from the planet once known as Alternia, I.. doubt that my planets reputation proceeds it. A war mongering and space conquering empire must have its name whispered amongst the stars after all.." " Perhaps was it time for my home to receive its long awaited karmic retrobution.. I still cannot wrap my mind around what happened that day.. it was all falling apart, from the very core it was. " [ The voice trembles, recalling into its memories. ] " It all happened so fast, too fast to comprehend what was going on. By the time I could even begin to ponder its downfall, I was alredy aboard this ship. My moirail...she...s- she put me here. She had told me that, that I would be safe, that I could finally be free. " "............ " "S-...She promised...that she would join me.. I awaited the first week, hoping that my radar would have captured her signal, anyones signal. " ".....But no one ever came. " "................." [ With a sound of quiet shuffling, the recording is stopped. ] #spacelogs
is this soome kinda proomootioon foor a science fictioon noovel?
[This chit contains an audio file.] "Audio log.. day two, or well.. perhaps simply numerating the logs would be more effecient. I fear that I may one day lose track of time, which would make numerating these logs with the passing days...rather unhelpful.." "........." [The audio is silent for but a moment, all audible is the subtle wirring of an engine.] ".....It....It is...rather lonely here.." "No one is left, only me.." [The voice sniffles quietly.] "They're all gone.." [The audio ends abruptly. ] #spacelogs
[ This chit comes attached with an audio file, the voice that comes through is gentle yet worn. ] "T...this will be the first of my.. audio log series. The first of its kind..one of many. " "....My name is ■■■■■■ ■■■■■■, It has been... a week or so, since I've escaped Alternia. I never thought I'd..see the night where I would flee to the stars from it, atleast not under these circumstances.." [The voice coughs nervously.] "...Uhm.. I think that'll be all for this first log. Farwell to whomever will find these." [The audio log ends.] #spacelogs