The comm crackled. Captain, anomaly detected. Readings off the charts. Maya gripped the armrests, heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. Five years in this rust bucket, searching for a second Earth, and finally a blip. Coordinates? she barked. Sector 14B, Captain. Appears to be... a habitable moon. A collective gasp filled the bridge. Maya breath caught. Habitable? After all this time? Hope, a fragile butterfly, fluttered to life in her chest. Plot a course, she ordered, voice steady. Time to see what wonders await. The ship lurched forward, a silent arrow towards the unknown. Maya stared out the viewport, a single, bright star mirroring the spark of hope rekindled in her eyes.