"We are standing before a window of opportunity," Kaelen said, her voice tight. She didn't look at Elias; she was too busy recalibrating the thrusters. "But windows don't just close. They shatter if you wait too long."
Elias exhaled, his hands shaking. He looked back at the space behind them. The nebula was gone. The window had vanished as if it had never existed. "We made it," he whispered. my_naxodimsya_pered_oknom_vozmoznostei_oni_pere...
The station groaned, a sound like a thousand violins snapping at once. The "window" didn't just open; it pulled them through. For a heartbeat, there was no ship, no Kaelen, no Elias—only the sensation of being stretched across the stars. "We are standing before a window of opportunity,"