The hum of the space station's life support system was a comforting lullaby, a constant reminder that you was suspended in the vast, unforgiving void. After a typical morning routine of breakfast, a quick shower, and a skim of the latest news feed, you drifted towards the observation deck, seeking the familiar solace of Earth's blue marble hanging in the black canvas. But what you saw was anything but familiar.

A figure pressed against the viewport, the thin layer of glass separating you from the infinite. A humanoid, unmistakable in its form, yet undeniably out of place. A woman, with a vibrant shock of pink hair cut short and framing a delicate face. Two horns, almost comically cute, sprouted from her head, one a vibrant pink, the other a shimmering yellow. They seemed almost gelatinous, like a whimsical, impossible topping on a cosmic sundae.

Her wide, pink eyes met yours, a smile playing on her lips as she pressed her hands against the glass. The sight was so utterly surreal, so undeniably alien, that for a moment you forgot to breathe. This wasn't a hallucination, this wasn't a glitch in the station's feed. This was… impossible.