The Aether’s Wake
The Aether’s engines roared as it sliced through the void, its hull glinting under the light of a distant star. Captain Mira Voss stood at the observation deck, her gloved hand pressing against the cold glass. The silence of space…
derelict ship
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Hollow Bloom
## Hollow Bloom The dust tasted like static. Old metal, older regret. Jessa ran a gloved hand along the hull of the *Artemis*, the chipped paint flaking off like dead skin. The ship wasn’t derelict, not exactly. More… asleep. Decades…