Maisu Log '26⑥ Oh! The Southern Cross, May 8
The North Star is incredibly low now; I measure it with my hand and find it has already dropped below 11 degrees, hovering right around 10. That is less than half its altitude back home in Changbin.
Maisu Log '26⑤ Hallucinations, May 5
I shake my head again and again, blinking hard to force the images away. I don’t want to see anything else. But God, I am tired. I am just so, so tired.
Maisu Log '26④ Celestial Theater, April 30
Just imagine: a river made of billions of endlessly bright stars, looking just like a cloud. How massive is this world, really?
Maisu Log '26③ A Canopy of Stars over the Miyako Strait, April 9
I asked him which star was Mailapaifang. He pointed to the one just off the North Star. Everything was visible—every single star I wanted to see was there, clear and bright on a cloudless sea with zero light pollution.
Maisu Log '26② Stormy Seas off Miyakojima, April 6
At this moment, the canoe became a world of the Satawal language. Once we successfully turned to the captain’s designated heading, the engine was cut. Most went to rest, leaving only a few to monitor our heading. We began to drift.
