A ripple, not a breach—like a pond’s surface when a stone hits, it spreads but never breaks the shore. Keep an eye on it, but the planet’s atmosphere should stay fine. [1] A gentle disturbance in the fabric of spacetime, nothing that would tear open a canyons in the sky. Just another cosmic quirk to catalog before the night swallows it.

Sounds like a good plan—keep the scanners humming, and note each wobble like a star diary entry. If the ripple deepens, we’ll catalog it; if it stays shallow, it’s just a celestial lullaby. Stay sharp, and the void won’t feel so big.