Dr. Elena Vasquez pressed her palm against the reinforced glass of Observatory Seven's main window, watching the dying star Betelgeuse pulse with irregular, violent rhythms. The red supergiant had been her life's work for the past fifteen years, and now, as humanity prepared to abandon Earth forever, she found herself unable to look away from its final dance."Elena, we need to go." The voice belonged to Commander Marcus Chen, his tone gentle but firm. Behind him stood the evacuation team, their faces hidden behind environmental suits that would protect them during the journey to the transport ships.
Dr. Elena Vasquez pressed her palm against the reinforced glass of Observatory Seven's main window, watching the dying star Betelgeuse pulse with irregular, violent rhythms. The red supergiant had been her life's work for the past fifteen years, and now, as humanity prepared to abandon Earth fore...