Captain’s Final Log
Yrrik System, 7 Mistfall 983
To my crew — wherever you may wake,
The Order of Gnomish Astrologers has once again peered into the heavens and delivered one of their delightfully obscure pronouncements. Most cycles, I’d laugh it off over a drink. But this time... well, even the gnomes looked shaken.
Of course, they're right when it’s most inconvenient — not when they said to invest in asteroid vineyards, or that twin moons meant good luck. No — it has to be now, when it truly matters. And when those star-eyed sky-scratchers start avoiding your gaze, it’s rarely good.
They say this voyage marks an ending. Probably my ending.
So be it. I’ve had a fine run. If the Weave wants me, I’ll meet it head-on — one last drift through the dark.
But you — you still have stars to chase.
If this message reaches you, then something has cracked. You may awaken with smoke in your lungs and only shards of memory in your grip.
You’ll feel scattered, unsure — like a spell interrupted mid-chant, or an echo caught between planes. That’s to be expected.
Here’s what I can offer:
The void you wake to may feel cold, uncertain, and vast.
You’ll remember yourselves in pieces — a flash of motion, the echo of a name. Something broken or beautiful, half-buried in your bones. Hold those fragments to the light. Choose what fits. Let the rest drift.
Don’t try to be who you were. Become who you are — together.
You were never meant to do this alone.
Let memory return on its own terms — in silence, in story, in shared discovery. Don’t force it. The path forward is tangled, and that’s part of its beauty.
As for the ship — she remembers more than you think.
Treat her well, and she'll treat you kindly in return. There’s soul in her hull, though she’ll never admit it.
If this is where I leave you — and I suspect it is — know that I believed in you, even before you knew who you were.
Touch soil again, if you can. Breathe real air. Make the story worth surviving.
And if the stars are kind, perhaps we’ll meet beyond them.
— Captain Elion Marris