Personal Log: Entry 1

Posted on Sat Aug 9th, 2025 @ 8:49pm by Lieutenant JG Ngaza

355 words; about a 2 minute read

Alright, here it is. Quinn's final request before I ship out. A personal log. I’ve never seen the point of one of these. My memory is, and always has been, perfect. But I obliged. As I always do with him.
I'm packing now. Or, what passes for packing. The reality modulator is humming, folding my few possessions into pocket-sized singularities. A few tools, my meditation sphere, the memories. The memories are what feel heaviest.
It's strange, but the thought of this new post on the Sunfire brings everything back to the beginning. Or, rather, the end. My end. I still remember the light. It wasn’t the light of our star, warm and familiar, but a cold, blinding thing that ripped through the very fabric of existence. One moment, I was home, watching the sunset with my family. The next, there was only silence. A void where our world, and countless others, had been.
One of the Outer Dimensional Entities,a being whose name I can’t even begin to pronounce, let alone understand, simply unmade us. For what reason? A thought? A whim? The way a child might accidentally step on an anthill, unaware of the tiny world it has crushed.
I was one of the few who survived, our consciousnesses flung into the aether, shattered fragments in the cosmic sea. We were not saved, not protected, but simply... overlooked. A cosmic oversight.
I spent countless eons putting myself back together, rebuilding my form from stray particles and the ghostly echoes of lost galaxies. And with me, I brought the memory of my home. The sound of our star-singers, the sight of our crystalline cities, the feel of our collective consciousness. It's a weight I carry every day.
So here I am, an ancient being in a new body, preparing to work on a ship called the Sunfire. The irony isn't lost on me. It's time to go. The modulator has finished. All that's left is to close this log.
Perhaps this won't be so bad. Maybe it's not about remembering the past, but about building a new future. I can only hope.

 

Tags: Origin, beginnings, remembering, musing

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