Forty-four years before we were born.
And I am the ghost of that mistake, drifting in a year where I have not yet been born, carrying a logbook that will not be written for another four decades. -14003 parsec error
They are calling it the Ghost Jump now. A whisper of a mistake, a rumor of a wrong turn so profound that it bent the light of three stars. Forty-four years before we were born