A century-old log flickered on the console: “All crew succumbed to spatial dementia. Final decision: jettison the captain’s body.” Yet here she stood, hand pressed against the viewport. The planet below mirrored her face in its clouds — ancient, weary. The engines didn’t hum; they sang a lullaby she’d sung to herself as a child. “Home,” the ship whispered. “You’re home.”

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