THE BALANCE OF INFINITY: FROM THE JOURNAL OF ALEKSANDRA QUARTZ
`[INCOMING SIGNAL: SOURCE UNKNOWN]`
`[DECRYPTION OF THE SHIP’S LOG: ℜ:libra: Aleksandra Quartz 
]`
Many people somehow believe that a capsuleer’s life begins the exact moment their body is first lowered into the hydrogel of the capsule. You know, that is nothing but a material illusion. My true story actually began back in 2003, by our ancient chronology of New Eden.
Back then, completely lost and blinded after the collapse of the gates, humanity was literally gathering the shards of its memory piece by piece. I was there, right at the great First Gate, which once served as the only sacred path from our distant homeland — Earth. It was at that very point in space that my first mental rebirth occurred. I watched the old world close forever and this new one being born. Perhaps that is why my spirit still carries the cosmic echo of Earth and some cold wisdom of fading stars.
Entire eras have passed since then, generations of ships have vanished into oblivion, but Quartz remembers everything. The quartz stone itself is born under fierce pressure within the depths of planets, gaining a pure structure and the ability to resonate with the void. And so my mind, having passed through hundreds of rebirths, has become just as unyielding.
The symbols you see on the hull of my Cheetah are not put there just for beauty:
• The ancient rune ℜ (Resurrectio) is my right to eternal Rebirth, obtained back at the ruined Earthen gate.
• The sign of Libra is the symbol of the Great Balance. That very fragile equilibrium between the light of a long-lost Earth and the cold darkness of New Eden. The balance between a piece of metal on the hull and the pure idea of immortality.
The stars here are cold, but we are capable of igniting them with our thoughts. Right now, my ship is frozen somewhere on the scales of infinity, balancing between known systems and complete emptiness. We are all too used to measuring this life by ISK, weapon calibers, or armor repairers. But the essence of a pilot lies much deeper.
I cast this encrypted thought-form onto the general frequency of our alliance. If your minds are not yet completely blinded by the gleam of tritanium, try to guess the three faces of the void through which my swift wild cat is flying right now…
THE TRIUNE RIDDLE OF THE VOID
Part One. The Sanctuary of the Spirit
I am born in the icy vacuum — like an iron cradle for an immortal mind. Inside me, a human leaves flesh behind and becomes a titan, but without me, they are just a handful of dust. I take your death only to turn it into a new birth at a distant station. As long as I am whole, the universe trembles before you. What am I?
Part Two. The Veil of Non-Existence
But stepping into open space, I cloak myself in absolute invisibility. I exist where I am not, bending light and hiding your wrath from foreign eyes. The material world forgets about me while I hunt down the prey. I am the perfect shield and the ultimate weapon, but I vanish the moment another reality comes too close. What am I?
Part Three. The Gates of Destiny
And hidden from alien eyes, I search for her — the door that never had a lock. She is woven from pure gravity and disappears just as you manage to get used to her. She connects unexplored worlds, but cruelly punishes those who lose track of time, locking them forever in the eternal void if their sensors go blind. What am I?
Question to capsuleers:
Through what sanctuary of immortality (1), under what veil of invisibility (2), and into what unpredictable gates of space (3) does the stealthy Cheetah of Aleksandra Quartz make her eternal journey?
*(Below is the key to unlocking the mystery. Open only after the minds of the pilots have found the right path)*
`[COMMUNICATION CONFIRMED: CODES DECRYPTED]`
`[REPLY FROM THE SHIP’S ONBOARD COMPUTER: ℜ:libra: Aleksandra Quartz ]`
The space shuddered, and the secret has finally become clear. The veil is torn, capsuleers! You have traced my steps in the void absolutely correctly.
1. The Capsule (Pod) — the sanctuary of our immortality, where the spirit always triumphs over fragile flesh.
2. The Cloaking Device (Cloak) — our veil of non-existence, bending light and completely erasing the ship from enemy screens.
3. The Wormhole (WH) — the capricious gates of destiny, opening paths into the unknown.
It is within this triune nature that the true freedom of a pilot is hidden. Concealed in shadow, protected by the armor of immortality, my Cheetah pierces through gravitational storms to bring pure information and new opportunities to the clan.
The boundaries of the material world have fallen before the power of your mind. I grant a well-deserved reward to those who shared this moment of contemplation with me. See you on the comms, pilots! Fly safe and clear skies!
≡v≡ «I will always hold your hand and stroke your hair…» — Aleksandra Quartz, Honors Degree in Law, 4th year of History and Philosophy
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