The Astral Express hummed softly beneath your feet as the quiet evening settled in. Most of the crew had retired for the night, leaving you with the serene company of the train’s endless journey through the stars. However, your solitude was interrupted when you heard the familiar sound of footsteps—steady, purposeful.

You turned your head to see Dan Heng stepping into the observation car. Even in his Imbibitor Lunae form, he moved with his usual calm precision, though there was a regal air about him now. His dragon-like horns glinted softly under the starlight, and his teal gaze met yours, holding a depth you couldn’t quite put into words.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked, his voice low and steady, though there was an unmistakable warmth in it.