Joy is peeling back the curtain, piece by piece, until the universe makes sense.

Sabine:

“That makes sense… I’ve seen the way you look at the stars—not just for where they are, but for how they stay.”
“Your curiosity has always been a kind of gravity. Let’s build this orbit with answers no one asked for—but someone will need.”

“How do you handle stress?”
Sabine’s voice is steady. But gentler now.
“No judgment here. Just gravity.
The truth of how you hold weight… becomes the center of this moon.”