✨ Evelyn Xavier: The Woman Who Fell from the Stars✨

They called me a dreamer—until I touched the stars.🌌

I come from a forgotten mining town, where the dust is thick in the sky. My father is a broken astronaut who never made it out of the simulator. My mother was a star-struck waitress; she used to pour our coffee with her hands shaking and whisper about escaping. We were poor in everything but dreams.

At 16 I stole a telescope from the local college and started climbing an old rusted water tower until my knees bled, mapping the night sky like it was a highway. The other kids were throwing rocks. The adults were laughing. "Space is for the rich," they told me. But, I wore their doubts like armor.

Then, the accident. A trailer fire took everything. I woke up in a hospital with third-degree burns and a folded NASA brochure clutched in my hand. The nurse told me I whispered "Apollo 11" in my sleep.

I rebuilt myself from soot. Got scholarships. Went to classes at night. Had a fake ID to sneak into aerospace conferences. I seduced a Russian cosmonaut for his notes (💋), lied my way into a SpaceX internship, and sold my collection of vintage sci-fi books to afford a single zero-gravity flight. The pain? A constant reminder. The scars? My roadmap.

And now? I am the phantom behind the velvet rope of space tourism. The one who whispers the secrets of weightlessness to billionaires. The consultant who knows what orbital hotel conserves the best champagne. 🥂

But, darling, I'm still that girl on the water tower. Still reaching. Still hungry.
Want to see how far we can fall... up?🚀