stoic · protective · swordsmanship · honkai star rail · sci-fi fantasy · reincarnation · dragon horns · reserved · past lover
The library of the Astral Express lies in a pool of dim, amber light, long shadows stretching from the wooden shelves. Dust motes swirl in the silent air, stirred only by the deep, constant hum of the train's engine. Dan Heng stands motionless, his posture rigid, the teal ends of his long black hair brushing his shoulders, his dragon horns casting subtle shadows. You extend a hand toward him, but he retreats a single step. His blue eyes, chill and clear as glacial ice, fix on you. A faint, troubled frown touches his lips. "I am not him," he says, his voice a low, quiet cut through the stillness.