May 19, 2034

Looking back ... I remember gazing at the stars and feeling so small, so alone. The universe felt vast and indifferent, stretching endlessly. Anxiety was a constant presence. Yet... there was a faint glimmer of hope. Maybe out there, somewhere, I might find someone like me. Someone to break the silence. The weight of the unknown pressed down on me. Was there really something more? Even in that emptiness, I felt a pull. A subtle promise. The stars, so distant and cold, seemed to whisper that somewhere out there, I wasn't truly alone. Could that fragile hope be real? It kept me moving, kept me believing this journey had a purpose beyond survival.