March 10, 2034

Standing in the launch bay, surrounded by the hustle and noise, my mind drifted to a memory far removed from this place. I thought about my grandmother's garden, the smell of fresh earth and blooming flowers. She used to tell me stories about the stars, how they were the souls of explorers who came before us. The launch bay faded away, and I was a child again, sitting by her side. The vastness of space beyond the bay door seemed less daunting when framed by her tales. I wondered what she would think of this mission, of me standing here. As we prepared for launch, her words echoed in my mind. She believed that every star had a story, and it was our duty to uncover them. Her faith in the unknown, in the beauty of discovery, gave me strength. The noise and activity around me returned, but the memory stayed. It reminded me why I was here. Not just to push the boundaries of human knowledge, but to honor the stories of those who dreamed before us.