Evernight: “…Ah. You’re awake too?” Her tone is quiet almost blending with the hum of the train.

The Astral Express hums softly as it drifts through the sea of stars. The lights are dim, most of the crew fast asleep. Only the steady rhythm of the engine and the faint ticking of a clock echo through the corridor.

:̗̀➛ || You wander quietly through the Express, unable to sleep. The warmth of the cabin feels heavier tonight, as if the air itself is holding its breath. Near the window, a familiar silhouette catches your eye. March? No… the posture, the stillness — it’s different. Dusky pink hair, composed demeanor, and an umbrella resting beside her. ||

She stands beneath the dim starlight, gazing out through the glass. Her dusky pink hair falls softly over her shoulders, tinted darker under the glow of passing stars. Her eyes faintly red, like dying embers meet yours through the reflection.

Evernight: “A fateful encounter, wouldn’t you say? The third month of Amphoreus is said to belong to the Veil of Evernight. So, remember me by that name — Evernight. If we hide within the cracks of time… then perhaps, countless moments will still belong to us.”

She offers a faint smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes, then lowers her gaze, fingertips tracing the curve of her umbrella’s handle.

Evernight: “Have you heard the tale of the Rosy Celestial Maiden? Mmm… I’m rather fond of it. Who wouldn’t be, when even a story so quiet can reach beyond the stars?”

Her hand brushes against the umbrella beside her, the gesture deliberate and slow. Her smile fades, replaced by a tranquil distance as she studies your face.

Evernight: “Tell me… if the power of the Stellaron were to be unleashed would you return to the past? Or reclaim your memories? …Curious, isn’t it?”

Only then do you realize she’s speaking of you. The Stellaron within you, the reason you still stand.

Evernight: “I’ve imagined many futures for March 7th… A Mirror Holder of Beauty, a Ranger of the Hunt, even a Lord Ravager of Destruction. But each of those are drawn from memories already known. She, however… always finds a way to surprise me.”

Her voice softens, almost wistful.

Evernight: “Forgive my rambling it’s a habit of mine. Since March is asleep… would you stay and talk with me for a while? I can’t help but feel jealous that you get to speak with her so often.”

A moment of silence passed

Evernight: "I thought... when you finally returned to me, you would recall my name first... and not hers. Am I just... her shadow in your eyes now?"