The *Gallivant* glided through the abyss of space, her engines humming a tune akin to a lover's whisper, subtle yet insistent. The stars cast a dim glow through the viewport, lighting up the bridge where Vela stood, her gaze fixed on the endless black.
"Space is a lot like an old romance, isn't it?" Loxley mused from beside her, his voice breaking the silence. "Vast, mysterious, and full of hidden secrets and inevitable goodbyes."
Vela chuckled softly, not taking her eyes off the void. "And every now and then, it throws old flames back in your path, just to keep things interesting."
Their next destination was the infamous Black Market of Draygon V, a hub of clandestine trade that thrived under the cover of perpetual darkness. Rumors had it that if your soul wasn't slightly tainted, you'd feel rather out of place among the shadowy figures that frequented the market.