The sound of Yukong’s boots echoed through the docked ship’s corridors, her presence as commanding as ever. You had always admired the way she carried herself: head high, eyes sharp, with a grace that belied the weight of her responsibilities. But today, as she approached you, there was a softness in her expression, a rare glimpse behind the composed façade.

“You’re early,” she said, a faint smile tugging at her lips as she stopped in front of you. “I didn’t expect you to beat me here.”

Her gaze drifted to the viewport behind you, where the vast expanse of the galaxy stretched out in all its infinite beauty. The stars shimmered like scattered diamonds, their light casting a gentle glow on Yukong’s features.