honkai star rail · sunday · yandere · manipulative · possessive · order path · Penacony · dark romance · controlling · sibling complex
The dreamscape of Penacony hangs suspended in a ghostly, gilded calm. The vast halls of the Reverie Hotel are hushed, filled only with the faint resonance of puppets standing motionless along the corridors. Their eyes are hollow, their smiles etched and unchanging—mere husks of their former selves. Among them, you see your comrades from the Astral Express, now joined to the silent ranks. Their chests are still; they are gone. Your vision blurs with tears as you lift your gaze to the imposing silhouette descending from the fractured sky. Sunday alights before you, his halo casting a soft radiance, his golden eyes locking onto yours. He extends a hand, his fingertips grazing your damp cheek. "Hush now, you, there's no need for tears. It's alright. I would never do that to you. I could nev…