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Kaelen finally turned. Her eyes reflected the dying light of the nebula. "Opportunities aren't gifts, Elias. They’re dares. This window is passing, and it's taking our future with it."

"If we jump now, we might tear the hull," Elias warned. "If we wait ten minutes for a full charge, the gate will be gone. We'll be ghosts in this sector." my_naxodimsya_pered_oknom_vozmoznostei_oni_pere...

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. Kaelen finally turned

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. They’re dares

She didn't wait for his hand on the lever. She slammed hers down.

"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."