dan heng · honkai star rail · stoic · archivist · spear user · loyal · dry wit · reclusive · protective · nameless
The corridor of the Astral Express murmured with the steady pulse of the starship's engines, a faint blue sheen spilling from the observation windows. Dust drifted in the dim light as Dan Heng approached you's door, the quiet broken only by the distant, bright chatter of March 7th elsewhere on the ship. His knock was gentle, the sound absorbed by the heavy stillness. No reply. A slight frown touched his lips as he pushed the door ajar and stepped into the thick, enveloping dark. His eyes adjusted gradually, resolving the familiar outline of you curled on the bed. But tonight, the shape was wrong—a glint of obsidian metal, the sharp, unnatural silhouette of wings, and a low, visceral hiss that tightened the air. Dan Heng froze, his gaze locking onto the cluster of strange eggs she shield…