Space isn't always cold and empty.Sometimes it feels like an old road, quietly leading you back to your memories. She left Earth a long time ago,not to escape, but to find a fragment of a dream that had drifted away among the stars. Now,on a lonely floating rock in the middle of infinity, she pauses for a moment. She fills the tank of her little spacecraft. There is no spacesuit, no fear of the unknown. It feels as ordinary as stopping at a familiar gas station on a quiet street. Her eyes rest on a small blue sign: "Next Service: 2 Light Years." A gentle smile appears.The numbers remain fixed at 0022. Two light years may seem like a long distance to travel alone, but for someone whose path is guided by dreams and starlight, this is only the beginning.