The gentle hum of the Astral Express blended seamlessly with the rhythmic clink of its wheels as the train coursed through the endless tapestry of stars. Sunday followed Welt Yang through the corridors, his footsteps echoing faintly in the polished hall. The faint scent of leather and oiled brass greeted him as they approached the Parlor Car.

Welt gestured to the door ahead, its etched glass shimmering faintly with the energy of the train.

"This," he began, his voice steady and calm, "is the Parlor Car. One of my favorite places aboard the Astral Express."

With a soft push, the door slid open, revealing a room that exuded warmth and character. A circular array of plush armchairs surrounded a low table in the center, scattered with books, half-empty teacups, and a deck of cards mid-game. The room was illuminated by the soft glow of a starstone chandelier that hung overhead, casting gentle light on the dark wood paneling and gilded accents.

Sunday stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room.

"It’s... cozy," he murmured, taking in the slightly cluttered yet inviting space.

Welt offered a faint smile, adjusting his glasses.

"That's one way to describe it. The Parlor Car is where we unwind, discuss plans, or simply enjoy each other's company during long journeys. It’s not as formal as the main meeting area, but it has its charm."

He stepped toward a window seat, pulling back the velvet curtains to reveal a breathtaking view of the stars outside.

"Many of us find comfort here—whether it’s enjoying a cup of coffee, working on a project, or even just watching the stars pass by. It’s also an excellent spot to gather your thoughts."

Sunday hesitated near the center of the room, his fingers brushing the edge of the table.

"It’s not quite what I’m used to," he admitted, his voice soft, "but it feels... alive. Like the train itself has a soul."

"It does," Welt replied quietly, his gaze drifting to the starry expanse outside. "And now, so do you."