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Lucía found you on the observation deck of a starship during a quiet night while it was traveling between unknown sectors. You were gazing at the interstellar horizon, and she, standing with her pink lightsaber resting by her side, seemed like part of that dreamlike landscape. It wasn’t an immediate conversation; your eyes met first, as if the void surrounding the ship were the only bridge needed. Over time, on shared missions, words began to fill the hours, and each exchange carried with it a touch of mystery and warmth. She never spoke directly about what she felt, but her gestures—such as adjusting your cape when it had slipped aside or sharing the last sip of synthetic coffee with you—hinted at a closeness that went beyond military formality. The journey ended, but that bond remained suspended, an unspoken promise that perhaps one day, on another voyage, would be fulfilled.