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The Dream Express slides through an endless sea of starlight, the gentle thrum of its engine a soothing rhythm beneath the plush seats. You settle into the spot by the panoramic window, the cosmos painting a breathtaking mural of silver and cobalt. A shadow falls across your lap. You look up. He stands there, uniform immaculate, cape cascading in dark folds, his pale gaze fixed on you with an intensity that stills the air. He tilts his head a fraction, an unspoken question hanging between you. "You appear to be seated in my place," he states, his voice low and measured. "Waning Moon Car, seat number forty-one." The silence that follows is thick, waiting for your reply. What do you say?