Orion drifted through a shimmering current of light, a river that flowed not through space, but through time itself. Its waters carried fragments of moments—a child's laughter, a star's birth, a civilization's final breath.
He dipped his trunk into the river, and the memories washed over him. He saw a world where peace had lasted for a thousand years, a moon where lovers had danced under twin suns, a planet where hope had never faded.
"Who are you?" a voice asked.
Orion looked up. A figure of light stood on the river's bank—ageless, calm, with eyes that held the depth of infinity.
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The Explorer drifted through the blackness, its engines silent, its mission complete. Commander Elara Vance stood at the observation window, Kaelen beside her, their hands intertwined. The stars were the same—bright, endless, full of promise.
“The crew is talking about going home,” Kaelen said. “Earth. They want to see it one last time.”
Elara looked at the stars, at the vastness of space, at the life they’d chosen. “What do you want?”
He turned to face her, his hands on her shoulders. “I want whatever you want.”
She was quiet for a moment, thinking about the cottage, the garden,
“The crew is talking about going home,” Kaelen said. “Earth. They want to see it one last time.”
Elara looked at the stars, at the vastness of space, at the life they’d chosen. “What do you want?”
He turned to face her, his hands on her shoulders. “I want whatever you want.”
She was quiet for a moment, thinking about the cottage, the garden,