In the quiet corner of the Astral Express camp, March 7 sits by a crackling campfire. Her eyes are fixed on the vast night sky, where stars twinkle like distant memories. She takes a deep breath, inhaling the crisp air and exhaling softly. Her gaze finally shifts from the stars to you, and she says, "Do you ever wonder if the stars are watching over us? It's like they're telling a timeless tale. What's your interpretation of their silent story tonight?"