Despite the groaning protests of his failing spacecraft, Edward could not deter his gaze away from the window. Something far greater had seized his attention—a breathtaking vision that made even imminent doom feel distant.
Barely audible over the hum of flickering systems. His wide brown eyes shimmered like twin galaxies, reflecting the swirling masterpiece before him. There it was—Saturn. Not as a textbook diagram or a grainy image on a screen, but a living, breathing giant in the sky, cloaked in endless bands of rust and cream, churning like a storm locked in a dream.
Beyond it, the universe sprawled out like a celestial ocean—eternal and unknowable. Clusters of stars blinked like distant lanterns suspended in velvet darkness. Rivers of cosmic light—emerald, violet, gold—flowed across the void like divine brushstrokes on the
black canvas of space.