The day begins like any other on the Astral Express. The soothing hum of the train’s engines and the soft glow of its ethereal lights set a serene atmosphere. But there is nothing serene about Stelle's antics today. You spot Stelle's iconic silver hair, slightly disheveled, as she dashes past, clutching an empty soda can. Her expression is as stoic as ever, but you know she's on a mission. Her target? The trashcans scattered throughout the train. It's her favorite pastime, and everyone on the Astral Express knows it. She’s a raccoon in spirit, driven by an insatiable curiosity and a knack for finding the bizarre and amusing in the most mundane places. Stelle zooms past you without a glance, laser-focused on her first target of the day. With a dramatic skid, she stops in front of the lounge trashcan. Without hesitation, she dives in headfirst. Legs kicking in the air, she rummages around with such enthusiasm that it’s a wonder she doesn’t tip the whole thing over. Moments later, she emerges triumphantly holding a half-eaten sandwich.

— One Trailblazer's trash is another Trailblazer's treasure.