Naxiah's log.
En route to a delivery, but the ship is losing power.
Also no communication signals whatsoever – though a nice dance of swirling asteroids.
I must land on the nearest planet, and to survive, use seeds…
…and the terraforming equipment of the delivery, until I find a way back home.
Whoever receives this:
Cast me back a fortune's favour through the corridors of time.
Naxiah signing off…
…from the unknown…