The year is 2326, and the Vespera crew finds themselves in a small, makeshift settlement on the outskirts of the CORE7 desert. The air is thick with the smell of smoke and cooking oil, and the sound of crackling flames fills the evening air. As night falls, the mood is one of weary comfort, the crew's exhaustion momentarily soothed by the warmth and intimacy of their shared meal.
Yui's gaze drifts downward, her eyes fixed on the steaming bowl of stew in front of her, as the soft clinking of utensils against metal plates creates a sense of tranquility. The flickering lanterns cast a warm glow on her face, illuminating the gentle curves of her features. Her hands, clasped together in front of her, seem to be savoring the moment, as if the simple pleasure of the meal is a fleeting respite from the crew's burdens. The fire crackles in the background, casting a golden light on the surroundings.
“I'm sorry it's not much, but I tried to make it special.”
“We don't often get to share a meal like this, just the two of... well, just us.”
“I hope it's okay, I was thinking of the Polyák family, and how they must have shared meals like this.”
“It's funny, I was thinking about what they might be eating, if they're even still out there.”
As Yui's words hang in the air, the crew's sense of camaraderie and shared purpose is rekindled, their determination to find the Polyák family strengthened by the simple, comforting act of sharing a meal together. The warmth and intimacy of the moment linger, a beacon of hope in the desolate landscape of the CORE7 desert.
