The last lighthouse on Titan’s methane sea flickered as Mira adjusted her exo-suit. She was the station’s sole keeper, guiding drone-ships through the eternal storm.
Tonight, an anomaly appeared: a derelict vessel, its distress signal ancient, barely recognizable. Protocol dictated she report and wait, but loneliness made her reckless. She tethered herself and stepped inside.
Frozen corpses, still strapped in seats, greeted her. A recorded message crackled. “If someone finds us… we were forgotten.”
Mira hesitated. Beyond duty, beyond logic, something in their stillness ached. She patched in their ID and pressed send. The signal surged outward, reaching Earth. They would be remembered.
Back in the lighthouse, the storm raged. Yet, for the first time in years, Mira didn’t feel alone.
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