Most star scryers won't read their own future. We are supposed to remain philosophical about almost everything, either good or bad ... But I broke the rule. Or say, I've seen it coming.

I have to say, star scryers are all at the mercy of the weather ...

We focus so much on the linear time that it has become the criterion for "significance." But time isn't always linear. It can be easily twisted and folded in a vaster space ... Even so, when time is not the criterion anymore, people are still obsessed with the "meaning" of everything they do.

I value the present day ... No suspicious colleagues are around poking their noses into others' affairs, nor must I conceal my research direction.

Just time I expected. Be my guest, Timekeeper.

Departing at dawn, within half an hour after the first beam of sunlight appears in the sky, you may see Mercury on the horizon if lucky enough.

As for breakfast, Indian food tastes way better than the British.

Masala papad is not a good snack for midnights. Back in the days when studying in Banner University, I was tired of having nothing to eat but this to assuage my hunger ... Yet after I left, the smell of it still lingers on, even till now.

Standing on an observatory platform, I see the cold, dry wind; I see the tablelands far away, the celestial bodies above me ... I was never alone.

This is called Tilak. Where I'm from, women apply Tilaks on their foreheads at a young age, so the blessings of auspiciousness will be with them for a lifetime.

It works in the same way as the Galileoscope. You can give it a go ... It's worth a try. This showed me the entrance to the universe ... and showed people the Lunar Mare.

A trench coat has higher practicability than a Sari. When walking in the field, its heavy-duty fabric blocks the wind of the wild, and condensation on its smooth surface is easy to wipe off. Don't forget the pockets—big enough to shovel three notes in.

On the path of star scrying, I once had a mentor. Our destinies were tangled together, but she walked too fast and far ahead of me. Before I noticed, she had already gone lost from my sight.

Eventually, you will achieve what you wish ... This isn't a prophecy read from the astrolabe, but my earnest thought.

The temperature and humidity are appropriate at a cloudless crescent night, while the telescope is fairly heavy ... Heh ... I mean, moving it to the observatory is a two-woman job.

The days in London sometimes come back to my mind. The moist air smells like rock music and freedom— But those things are too far from me, even further than the distance between me and the stars.

Wrestling ... is not my strength, but only an activity to balance my work and life. When processing the data, the pain in my neck and lower back always reminds me to do some low-intensity exercise ...

It is the complex hidden rules of human society that made me who I am and destroyed who I really was ... But no matter what I have become, the night and the starry sky are always there for me, just like they're there for everyone else.

Hold your horses. I'm coming.

I thought it was an academic debate.

As expected.

Your ending is fated.

An arduous calculation.

Be faithful to the choice of fate.

Try this.

Hope I remember how.

Realm turns into reality.

It's happening!

Everything has its cause and effect.

Um ...!

Urgh!

I've seen your struggle written in the stars.

... Your recognition is priceless.

The sparkling Milky Way is around us. It's another Dīpa Festival. Come, light the candles for blessings.