Selene Base sprawled across the lunar regolith like a metallic spider, its solar arrays glinting under the harsh, unfiltered glare of the sun. Inside the hydroponics bay, a creature of myth and stardust—a unicorn named Elara—trotted between rows of genetically modified kale. Her hooves, impossibly delicate for the low gravity, left no prints on the titanium flooring. She was the base's most improbable resident, a genetic anomaly from a failed terraforming experiment, and she was fiercely protective of her only possession: a tattered, star-shaped plush toy she called Twinkle.
Commander Vega, a woman whose pragmatism was as vast as the lunar plains, had long since ceased questioning Elara's existence. The unicorn served a practical purpose: her bioluminescent horn provided a backup light source during power fluctuations. Yet Vega harbored a secret resentment toward Twinkle, for the toy was a constant reminder of the child she had left behind on Earth. One evening, during a routine inspection, Vega found Twinkle wedged beneath a coolant pipe and, without thinking, pocketed it.