April 10, 2034

So here I am, tucked into my high-tech cocoon on the "Wanderer's Hope". They call it cryo-sleep, but it's more like a forced nap in a glorified freezer. It’s supposed to make the journey more bearable, but lying here, I can’t help but feel like a fancy popsicle. The engineers assured us these pods are the pinnacle of safety and comfort. Sure, if you consider being immobilized for months on end “comfortable.” My mind races with thoughts of the unknown, wondering if I'll even wake up at all. But hey, at least I’m saving on food bills. As the countdown to cryo begins, I reflect on how far we've come. From wooden ships to this... and yet, some things never change. We’re still just tiny specks in a vast universe, hoping our metal shells keep us safe. Here’s to waking up in one piece.