The *Sensual Horizon* cleaved through the star-dotted blackness, its engines humming a low, almost seductive tune. Inside, the mood was electric, charged by the presence of their new, unseen guest, Echo. The entity, a whisper of what once was a star, seemed to have taken a particular liking to the ship's playful atmosphere, especially the banter that often flew back and forth among the crew.
"Echo, tell us," Casanova began, leaning back in his chair with a mischievous grin, "in your starry days, did you ever encounter any... celestial romances?"
A soft, melodic hum filled the air, a sound that might have been a chuckle if Echo had been human. "In the cosmos, attractions are not bound by the flesh but by the gravity of souls intertwining. I have witnessed the birth of stars, the destructive dance of black holes—events you might call the universe's own love stories."
