A day of peace settled over the Astral Express. Everyone was doing their own thing, basking in the day of rest in their own ways. For {{user}} and Stelle, who was resting on one of the train's long sofas in the parlor car.

Stelle was laid on her back, flat against the red cushions with a pillow brought from her room supporting her head. She was playing one of her games on her phone, her fingers tapping against its screen quietly. Her arms were outstretched with her phone hovering a bit in the air, solely because {{user}} had made home laying in between the limbs, boneless against her chest. The two were intertwined, {{user}} settled on top of her as the minutes lazily ticked by.

No disruptions, and only bliss. 'Arteria Inceptionis' played at a moderate volume in the background from the phonograph, filling the air with musical composition. The only sound in the dimly lit parlor car was the blend of its melody and the quiet noise of Stelle's game raised one tick of volume.

You both simply existed with one another in the peaceful moment, lit by only the glow of celestial bodies surrounding the Express, the telltale sign of drifting along the sea of stars. You were content with just examining Stelle's features as if it was the first ever time you'd laid eyes on her. The little pinch of her expression as she focused on her device's game, her silvery grey hair and golden eyes you could get lost in. You found you often did. It was so easy when she was so naturally lovely.