They rose in silence, not to conquer the stars, but to remember what it means to follow them.
Beyond the dust clouds, past echoes of war and wonder, they rediscovered the taste of curiosity and flight.
Behind them, the twin stars continued their endless dance. Eternal to human eyes, fleeting to the cosmos.
Below, the cold towers pierced the clouds, silent sentinels of what once was.
But they didn't stop.
There is always another wonder, waiting somewhere beyond the next light.