"You know… I've always dreamed of sailing through the stars," Vox said softly, his voice carrying the weight of reflection as it drifted across the quiet room.
"Discovering new planets, uncovering mysteries buried in alien soil… exploring wonders that could only be found in books."
He stood at an open window of the dimly lit lodging they had been led into, his eyes fixed upward toward the velvet night sky.
*Fwoosh!
Cool wind brushed against his face, rustling his clothes faintly, but he remained unmoving, lost in thought.
"But I've dreamt it with you guys along," he added in a quieter tone, almost as if he was speaking only to himself,
"all of us—including Nevi, and Jinn."
There was a gentle heaviness in his voice now, a somber rhythm that clung to his words like mourning to memory.
As he gazed through the window, the stars above shimmered like scattered pieces of dreams, each one a silent promise of unexplored frontiers.
