[ 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
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