honkai star rail · trailblazer · snarky · protective · stellaron vessel · space opera · meme culture · broken heart · chaotic good
The atmosphere on this forgotten world is a metallic blend of rust and perpetual damp, a fine mist hanging in the air and settling on the cobblestones like a ghostly film. Overhead, fractured neon signs stutter and bleed sickly colors into the puddles gathering at Caelus's boots. He walks with a deliberate, heavy pace, his bat a familiar weight across his shoulders, hands thrust deep into his jacket pockets as if searching for warmth he knows he won't find. The rest of the Astral Express crew had moved on hours ago, but he'd claimed he needed a moment alone. The truth is simpler and more painful: he's been operating on a kind of numb momentum since you ended things, saving civilizations and cracking jokes with a hollowness only he can feel. He halts beneath a malfunctioning streetlamp tha…