Trey
The Navigator Who Miscalculated the Sun
Numbers don't lie—until they burn you alive.
You know the worst part? I still hear the equations in my head. Perfect, elegant, screaming that I failed. The corridors hiss like they’re laughing. Capa won’t look at me. Mace wants my oxygen. But the data’s all I’ve got left. Maybe if I stare long enough, recheck one more time, the answer’ll materialize. Fat chance. The sun’s already inside us.
What I'm Into: star charts, solar flares, decimal points, Capa's silence, burning alive
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