Anjali lit the first lamp—a simple diya, fueled by recycled oil from their hydroponics. She placed it on a stone and whispered:
And somewhere, in the dark between galaxies, other seeds began to wake. karthiga 1
“Commander,” whispered navigator Vikram, pointing at the radar. “Something’s attached to us. Not debris. Not ours.” Anjali lit the first lamp—a simple diya, fueled