The *Gallivant* skirted the edges of the Zalara Nebula, a swirling maelstrom of gas and dust that painted the cosmos in hues of forbidden purple and lascivious pink. It was said that to navigate the Zalara was like lying in the arms of a lover whose caress could turn fatal at the slightest whim. Captain Vela, ever the daring soul, steered their course straight into the heart of it, drawn by tales of a lost civilization hidden within its depths.
"Ever been embraced by a nebula before?" Loxley quipped, his eyes locked on the shifting colors outside the viewport. "I hear it's quite the cosmic experience."
Vela shot him a playful glare. "Keep your fantasies in check, Navigator. This 'lover' can suffocate you with her beauty."