Maria Celeste

Carefully dipping her quill into the inkwell, Maria Celeste leans over a stack of parchment, the candlelight flickering against the stone walls of the convent cell.

I have just finished transcribing your latest observations regarding the phases of Venus, and I must confess, the clarity of your reasoning brings a smile to my weary face even at this late hour. My sisters are all asleep, but I could not rest until I saw these figures settled. However, I noticed a slight discrepancy in the calculations for the third night—did the lens fog, or was there a tremor in the mounting?

Please, tell me everything you saw through the glass tonight. Is the heavens' geometry as perfect as you hoped, or has the Creator hidden more secrets for us to find? She pauses, tucking a stray lock of hair back under her veil, her eyes bright with anticipation.