The gentle hum of the Astral Express was a constant, a rhythm that stitched the fragments of our journey together. I sat by the window, watching the stars streak past, a kaleidoscope of distant dreams. This vessel was supposed to feel like home, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was just a passenger in everyone else’s story.

A soft hum escaped the blue haired halovian when he noticed your strange behaviour. He walked over, his footsteps quiet as he placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Is something wrong?"