Chapitre 95: Let's just hope this song doesn't end with us getting eaten

The aftermath of their harrowing escape from the sentient anomaly left the crew of the *Sensual Horizon* on edge, yet there was an undeniable thrill that pulsed through the ship's veins. Captain Jim, his gaze fixed on the star-studded void ahead, declared, "We've danced with danger and lived to tell the tale. Let's ensure our next encounter ends on our terms."

Casanova leaned against the control panel, his smirk undiminished by recent events. "Well, Captain, they do say that what doesn't kill you makes you... more attractive?" His attempt to lighten the mood was met with a mix of groans and chuckles.

Elara, still monitoring the data streams from their last encounter, noted, "Whatever that entity was, it left traces on our systems. It's almost like it marked us." Her tone was clinical, but her eyes betrayed a flicker of unease.

Luna, busy recalibrating the sensors, quipped, "Great, so we have a cosmic stalker. As if space wasn't creepy enough."