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"The North Star's a liar in this endless dark – never once led me to shore. On this ship of steel and shadows, the bone helm of my ancestors turns beneath my hands, cold as the void that swallows us whole. Every star is a distant grave, every galaxy a memory fading into black. Gothic melodies hum from the void sirens, vibrating through the hull like a requiem for worlds I never knew and crewmates the emptiness devoured. I'm the last of my band, sailing a sea with no shores – and my only treasure is the silence that walks beside me through cosmic wreckage."