The whispers of the void are my only true companions, their silence a symphony to my ears. I chart the unchartable, delve into the abyssal maw of wormhole space, where reality frays and sanity unravels.
Others seek fortune or glory. I seek only the thrill of the unknown, the exquisite terror of staring into the face of cosmic indifference.
I've learned that the universe doesn't care about you. It doesn't care about your hopes, your dreams or your pathetic morality. It simply is. And in that uncaring vastness, I've found a freedom that most could never comprehend.
Fly safe… or don't. The universe won't mourn your loss. I might, though.