" They were out in the open, for real this time, as spacers should be. And all around them, black, black, black, full of jewelled stars and coloured clouds. It was a sight she knew well, a sight she lived alongside, but in that moment, she was seeing it for the first time. Everything had changed. "

― Becky Chambers , The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet (Wayfarers, #1)