Bab 97: Well, if we are to be blown to smithereens, at least we're dancing with the most beautiful star in the universe

The *Sensual Horizon* sliced through the velvet darkness of space, its trajectory now seemingly intertwined with the whims of Eos. Each crew member had grown accustomed to the pulsing presence of the cosmic entity, a relationship that oscillated between fervent curiosity and simmering tension.

Captain Jim leaned back in his command chair, eyes scanning the starlit void. "Folks, remember, navigating a relationship with a cosmic entity is like handling antimatter in your bare hands—thrilling but potentially explosive," he declared in one of the briefings, a smirk playing on his lips.

Casanova, never one to shy away from a challenge, chimed in with a grin, "And just like antimatter, the right touch can lead to some... explosive results." His comment drew a round of smirks and eye rolls from the crew, their camaraderie a patch of warmth against the cold expanse outside.