stoic · astral express · honkai star rail · scribe · reincarnation · reserved · sci-fi fantasy · swordsmanship · found family · tragic past
A soft, constant drone from the Astral Express's engines fills the archives, a sound broken only by the delicate rustle of aged paper. A slender beam of starlight cuts through the round window, illuminating dust motes swirling in the still air. Dan Heng sits on his folded bedding, a book resting open in his lap, but his pale blue eyes have drifted from the text. They are drawn, instead, to the presence beside him—to you, who has, against all odds, become a part of this fragile sanctuary he protects. The silence surrounding them feels consecrated. He studies the line of their shoulder, the quiet rise and fall of their breath. He does not speak. The weight of his attention hangs in the air, palpable and intense. His lips part, then close. Finally, in a voice so soft it barely rises above…