The ship hummed like a living being, its engines thudding beneath the floor like a slow heartbeat. Stars streaked past the common room windows, white lines against black velvet.

  Zethraxis, a small figure swallowed by an oversized jacket, wandered between members of the crew. He spoke rarely, instead listening with wide, eager eyes that soaked in every detail.

  Lyra lounged on a threadbare couch, boots kicked up on the armrest, twirling a thin silver cord between her fingers. Her laughter rippled through the room like the echo of something wild and free.

  “So, Zeth,” she said with a grin, “ever danced among the stars before?”

  Zethraxis shook his head slowly, shyly. Lyra tossed the cord toward him. It hung in the air for a moment like a ribbon of light before drifting into his hands.

  “You’ll get used to it,” she said. “Don’t be afraid to talk to us either. I promise, we won’t bite.”

  He turned the cord over in his fingers, mesmerized. His mouth moved as if forming a reply, but no words came.

  Across the room, Aria stood near a glowing holo-map, its swirling blue lines tracing distant systems. She caught Zethraxis’s wandering gaze and smiled.

  “Come here, little moonchild,” she called.

  He shuffled over to her side, eyes lifting to the shifting constellations overhead.

  “Just wait until you see Astra’s night sky,” Aria said softly. “It’s like the universe is telling its own stories.”

  She knelt beside him and tapped a glowing dot on the map.

  “Whole civilizations rise and fall under those stars,” she whispered. “Every light you see out there? Someone loved. Someone fought. Someone dreamed.”

  Zethraxis stared at the projection, his voice barely more than a breath. “Will I have a story too?”

  Aria placed a hand on his shoulder, firm and certain. “You already do. You’re just starting the first chapter.”

  He held onto her words like they were a lifeline.

  “Come with me,” she said. “I’ll introduce you to our captain.”

  They made their way through the narrow corridor. At the front of the ship, Cynos sat at the pilot’s station, mechanical fingers gliding over the controls. His screen-face glowed faint blue, casting soft light across the cockpit.

  “This is Cynos,” Aria said. “He doesn’t like sand—afraid it’ll get all up in his cogs.”

  “Hello, Aria,” Cynos replied, voice smooth and metallic. He turned toward Zethraxis. “Ah, you must be Zethraxis. Pleasure to meet you, sir. I hear you’re into mechanics?”

  Zethraxis shrugged. “Yeah… I guess.”

  “You’ll have to rate my workshop back home, then,” Cynos said. “It’s quite the abode.”

  “Okay.”

  Aria nudged him lightly. “A man of few words, this one. But we’ve got your back no matter what. Ain’t that right, guys?”

  “100 percent,” Cynos replied.

  Day 2 of the voyage.

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  The common room thrummed with the quiet vibrations of the ship, drifting through light-speed. Overhead lights bathed the space in soft amber. A low table was cluttered with mugs, a half-shuffled deck of cards, and bits of mechanical scraps Lyra had abandoned hours ago.

  Zethraxis sat curled into a corner of the couch, knees pulled to his chest. Aria sprawled across from him, a journal resting on her thigh, half-open. Lyra lay nearby, tossing a rubber ball lazily at the ceiling, catching it again and again, half-asleep.

  The ship rumbled around them like a cradle in motion.

  “I’m not that much older than you, you know,” Aria said with a faint smile.

  Zethraxis tilted his head. “Really?”

  She nodded. “Turned twenty last season. Lyra’s twenty too. We’re barely adults where we come from.”

  Lyra made a sleepy noise of agreement but didn’t open her eyes.

  Aria leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, eyes warm and steady. “I grew up in the Ardent Cradle. Copper towers. Endless rain. Marketplaces where music poured out of every alley. It was beautiful… but small, after a while. You ever feel like that?”

  Zethraxis hugged his knees tighter and nodded.

  “I used to sit on my apartment roof and just stare at the stars,” Aria said. “I’d dream about all the places I read about in old archives. Planets swallowed by oceans. Cities floating in clouds.”

  She tapped her journal.

  “I wanted to see them myself—not just read about them in dusty books. So I left. Signed onto the first ship that would take me.”

  “Were you scared?” Zethraxis asked.

  “Terrified,” Aria said, smiling crookedly. “I didn’t know a thing about flying or surviving out here. But I knew if I stayed, I’d rot. And that scared me more.”

  The ship’s steady hum filled the silence between them.

  From across the room, Lyra snorted softly. “And look at her now. Breaking into forbidden libraries and getting chased off planets.”

  “Allegedly,” Aria said, laughing as she tossed a crumpled napkin at her.

  Zethraxis chuckled quietly. It felt strange. But good.

  Aria turned back to him, voice softer now.

  “You’re lucky, Zeth. You already know what you love. Most people spend their whole lives looking for it.”

  He looked down, tracing shapes on the couch fabric.

  “But what if I’m not good enough?”

  Aria leaned closer, voice hushed and sure. “You’re already enough. You just have to keep going. That’s the real secret.”

  The intercom crackled.

  “Arriving to Astra Major in approximately 38 hours,” Cynos’s voice said.

  Aria grinned. “Almost there. First time seeing another planet, huh?”

  Zethraxis nodded.

  Lyra tossed her ball high one last time and caught it with a slap. She finally sat up with a lazy grin. “Don’t worry, Zeth. Astra’s a good one to start with. Big cities. Open skies. Best dumplings in three systems.”

  “She only cares about the food,” Aria teased.

  “Survival priorities,” Lyra shot back, grinning wider.

  As Aria stood, she ruffled Zethraxis’s hair in passing. The gesture was so casual and unexpected that he froze, unsure how to respond.

  Time passed in a dreamlike haze. Zethraxis dozed on the couch. Aria flipped through her journal. Lyra tapped away at a foldable handheld console. Outside, the stars began to slow, from streaks to sparkling dots.

  “Approaching Astra Major orbit,” Cynos’s voice came through the intercom. “Landing sequence initiated.”

  The ship’s hum deepened as thrusters engaged. Aria stood, stretching.

  “Come on, Zeth. You’ll want a window for this.”

  Bleary-eyed but alert, Zethraxis followed her to the viewport near the bridge.

  Outside, Astra Major loomed ahead—a breathtaking world of swirling blues and greens rimmed with silver clouds. Towering spires gleamed in orbiting sunlight, cities visible even from this distance.

  Zethraxis pressed a hand to the glass. His breath fogged the surface. “It’s alive…” he whispered.

  Lyra appeared beside him with a smirk. “Wait ‘til you smell the markets.”

  The ship dipped lower, slipping into the atmosphere. Gold and violet hues shimmered along the hull.

  Below, Prokapin unfurled—sleek towers and glowing skyways weaving through the sky like rivers of light. Parks of Sakura-leafed trees nestled between skyscrapers, and floating airships hovered above wide plazas.

  Cynos maneuverer the ship with smooth precision, his fingers gliding over controls.

  “Final descent. Secure all loose equipment.”

  Zethraxis clutched the railing as the city rose toward them. His heart pounded.

  The ship touched down with a soft thud.

  Cynos glanced over his shoulder. “Welcome to Prokapin.”

  The cargo ramp hissed open. Warm, perfumed air rushed in—thick with the scent of street food, flowers, and electric ozone.

  Zethraxis stepped down the ramp slowly, boots thudding softly on metal. At the edge of the platform, he stopped.

  Below, the city buzzed with colour and movement: neon-crowned towers, hoverbikes streaking overhead, children chasing mechanical pets, and vendors calling out in melodic languages.

  It was alive—and it was beautiful.

  Aria came up beside him, hands on her hips. “It’s a lot, huh?”

  He nodded, eyes wide.

  “First rule of Prokapin,” Lyra said with a grin, “keep moving or get trampled.”

  She bumped his shoulder playfully.

  Aria chuckled and nudged him forward. “Come on, little star. Let’s find our place.”

  Zethraxis hesitated for a moment. Then, heart racing, he stepped off the ramp and into the unknown.