Guess the shadows bring out the dancer in me—who knew?

As the *Sensual Horizon* left the Echoing Expanse, the crew was eager to distance themselves from the unnerving revelations of their own echoed thoughts. Their next destination was the Nebula of Nightmares, a star system shrouded in darkness and lit only by occasional flashes of bioluminescent cosmic phenomena—a place where light dared only to whisper.

Captain Jim convened the crew in the main briefing room, his face lit by the soft glow of the holomap displaying their new eerie destination. "Ladies and gentlemen, our next stop is not for the faint of heart. The Nebula of Nightmares is said to be haunted by the dreams of long-lost civilizations. Let's just hope they were fans of good dreams."

Casanova leaned over to Seraphine with a grin. "Haunted by dreams, you say? Let's hope they're the fun kind, not the 'I showed up to work naked' variety."

Seraphine shot him a smirk. "Speak for yourself. I'd pay good credits to see that nightmare unfold."