I precisely cut through the dark thunderstorm nebula last night. I can see a string of blue light ahead glowing brightly as if it were a horizon made out of blue fireflies. I let my breath fell softly as I laid my hand on the cockpit window, admiring it's beauty.
Days of waiting have paid off. I finally found another Comm cannister left by her. I was very excited to know more about her journey. It also a confirmation that I'm going the right way, and it feels great. Progress!
///NMS Pathfinder - Day 51///
I spent most days either sleeping or tending twenty-six square meter of enclosed hull. I used to dreamed of having a whole universe to explore. It wasn't how I imagined it, but despite the endless field of stars beyond thin glass, I failed to make myself believe that I had found that perfect paradise I had always wanted.
This will be fourteenth cannister I've dropped. I don't really expect anything improbable, since space is infinite in all directions. Maybe someone will find it and make a memorial of me millions years later?
I am getting one day closer to her. At this rate, I will catch up on the next 30 days. I pray that she'd be alive and well until the day I find her. But her well being aside, The cut on my arm isn't looking any better. In fact, the injection seems to have less effect each day. Haven't felt "will to survive this much in a long time.