Mydrunkenstarcom !exclusive! Jun 2026

“So I’m leaving this on loop. All frequencies. The core is going critical in… eh, who’s counting? But before I go, I wanted to say it. Not sorry. Not ‘I miss you.’ Just this: You were right about the nebula. It was a gas giant’s fart. And you were right about everything else, too.”

Elara froze. The bottle slipped from her hand, bouncing off the deck plates with a hollow thunk. That voice. She knew that voice. It belonged to Kael, her co-pilot from a lifetime ago. Her Kael. The man she’d left behind after a fight about a nebula they’d never reach. mydrunkenstarcom