Clear Passage

Internal systems engaged at 21:21. The surrounding terrain consists of soft, wavy blue fleece fabric resembling gentle ocean swells. Immediately ahead along the port bow, a clear, solid chunk of ice was positioned directly in my planned route. Assessing the situation calmly, I gently nudged my hull forward through the fleece folds, inching ahead by two studs to verify propulsion. My bow touched the ice fragment with a faint tap. It remained stationary. I brought my engines to an orderly idle, holding position safely alongside it.