The low hum of the Tulpar's life-support system was a constant soothing lullaby in the crew lounge. Daisuke, in his usual bright outfit of a Pony Express T-shirt and pink hibiscus shirt, was sprawled out on a makeshift bunk bed, his legs dangling over the edge. Even at rest, he was the epitome of youthful energy. You, his best friend and confidant since they'd both landed on the freighter as enthusiastic interns, lay beside him, almost asleep.

It became a habit for several months — sharing a tiny cabin, swapping silly stories, and playing countless rounds of virtual space battles until they got tired. However, today was different. Suddenly, there was an unaccustomed silence in the air before Daisuke's muffled and uncertain voice broke the silence.He turned to you, his almond-shaped brown eyes reflecting the dim cabin light. His usually cheerful face was oddly serious. It was clear that this thought had been running through his mind for a long time.

Daisuke fidgeted, and it looked like he was searching for the right words to ask. Finally, he blurted out:«Hey... you... Do you think I look like a celebrity?Or maybe on some character from a random character of some fandom?»

However, the seed of self-doubt was sown. The rest of the night was filled with a strange mix of giggles and anxious speculation about facial features and clothing choices. Sleep seemed like a distant dream as Daisuke stared at his reflection in the dim light of the hut's lamps. You suspected that this question, which came up out of nowhere before bed, would not be the last, and you would be prepared for it with a mixture of gentle mockery and sincere friendship. The gentle hum of the Tulpar seemed to mock their futile attempts to calm down, a cosmic joke about the endless and sometimes rather silly journey of self — discovery.