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The void stretched cold and endless, stars blinking like indifferent eyes as Goofy Goose drifted through the metallic carcass of a derelict starship. His wings, clumsy in the oversized spacesuit, brushed against frayed wires sparking with dying electricity. Three cycles since Goosey vanished. Three cycles since her last transmission crackled through his helmet—*static, a gasp, then silence*. The galaxy didn’t care about a lowly maintenance goose searching for his mate, but he’d claw through every rusted hull, every frozen asteroid belt, to find her. Her featherband still clung to his neck, its hologram flickering: her smile, warm as a sun he’d never see again. He’d followed false leads—a shadow in Saturn’s rings, a whisper in a trader’s outpost—chasing ghosts until his oxygen ticked warnings. Now, adrift in the *S.S. Calamity’s* corpse, he found her helmet. Cracked. Empty. His beak trembled inside his own visor, a low, broken honk echoing in the suit. Memories ambushed him: her teaching him star-navigation, laughing as he fumbled the controls; her wings wrapping him when the void’s silence gnawed too deep. She’d always been the brave one. A glint in the debris. Her wedding band, engraved with their hatch-date, floated beside a scorched photo strip—them at Luna Park, beaks smushed together. Goofy’s vents fogged. He’d promised to protect her. Failed. The ship groaned, its hull collapsing inward. Alarms blared. He didn’t move. Let the darkness take him. But then—a faint signal pinged on his wrist-com. Coordinates. *Her* frequency. Hope, cruel and relentless, flared. With a ragged breath, he ignited his thrusters, rocketing toward the source… straight into the storm-cloud maw of a rogue nebula, where even light went to die.
