MISSION LOG: ENTRY 07

The silence out here doesn’t bother me anymore.

It’s the kind that hums, the kind that reminds you you’re still moving. Polaris grows brighter every hour, its light bending through the viewport like something alive.

They say it’s more than a station now.

A nexus of change.

A fracture point between what we know… and what comes next.

When I first signed onto the STLR Directive, I didn’t understand what it meant.
They never explained if it was a research order, an organization, or a belief.

All they said was this:

“STLR isn’t about where we are. It’s about what’s coming.”

The directive gathers fragments — old transmissions, discarded tech, lost designs — and reimagines them into what might exist in the future… Blueprints of possibility... Artifacts of a time not yet lived.

…Now I see it everywhere. In the ship’s systems learning to adapt… In the stories archived inside each crate and in the way our own curiosity starts to shape what reality could be.

If Polaris really is changing… if the rumors are true… then maybe it’s not a malfunction.
Maybe it’s evolution.

Maybe STLR has already begun.

End Log.