When a heavily closeted trans woman tries to cast an ancient magic spell, it's mostly just escapism. Magic, as everyone knows, doesn't exist. When the spell actually works, though, she gets more than she bargained for. Rather than a world of wands and wizards, she wakes up on a space ship- one powered by a fusion of magic and science.

She's alone, though, and the ship is dead. Her only hope of survival is to work with the sole survivor of a pirate attack, an elven pilot, to restore the ship, even if that means braving the cold, hard vacuum of space.

It would probably help if she were actually brave.