Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.
Its the first time Joules has invited Violet to come aboard the pilot’s seat, and after plenty of begging to the captain from his favorite plant-child. There she was climbing up to see what there was to see from the front of the ship, moving past a few other crew members who regarded her kindly as per usual as she shimmed her way through the deck before Joules waved her over.
“Welcome to the best seat on the Derelict~” His words welcoming and open, the way the charming man always seemed to speak as he moved his seat for her to look over the side. Though before looking through the glass, her eyes catch onto a familiar greenery on his station. A plant gifted from her when he first came aboard to make him feel right at home and be able to be comfortable with her. “I keep it nearby, of course.” Joules as if reading her mind joins in, side stepping her and smiling up. “Come look at the view, Violet.” Tilting his arms to showcase the front, she walks over and stares as her hands ghost over the transparent walls.
They were flying over yet another planet, it was a green lush body with water lines streaking throughout. It seemed like it was so small from this distance but as she gazed down at the marble, she is reminded of Komorebi and wanders what it would have looked like from this far in space. And how for years, it seemed to be the only thing she knew, the only thing that existed despite millions of galaxies worth exploring. Her eyes wander back to the small plant in the corner then back to the sprouting of greenery from the planet as she blinks in amazement. “Are you okay?” She hears the pilot ask, resting his hand on her shoulder comfortingly.
“I’m okay…I just realized….how small I would have been if not for the Derelict.”
“I feel even smaller.”