Chapter 358
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The hum of the Aurora filled the cabin like a heartbeat in the dark. Outside, Alpha Orion still burned faintly on the horizon, an ember against the endless night. Inside, the family sat quietly, wrapped in a warmth only shared wonder could create.

Ryan broke the silence first, his voice low and thoughtful. “You know… it’s crazy to think. All this talk about wormholes and black holes. But it started somewhere small, right? With someone just… leaving Earth for the first time.”

Jack’s lips curved slightly. “You’re right. Before wormholes and colonies and starships… there was just one man in a cramped capsule.”

Jackson’s eyes lit up instantly. “The first man in space?”

Jack turned toward his son and nodded slowly, as if pulling a thread from history itself. “Yes. His name was Yuri Alekseyevich Gagarin. He was from the Soviet Union — what is now Russia. On April 12, 1961, he became the first human to travel into space.”

Lena leaned forward eagerly. “What was the name of the ship?”

“Vostok
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