Within the cosmos laid many people's homes, planets. Each had their own stories, own struggles. When one became accustomed to it, leaving it could be difficult. Especially knowing you might never return there. The Nameless embarked on a journey of unknown, the Astral Express never stopping. One could only reminisce of their home.

The Parlor Car was surprisingly quiet. Usually there would be someone making noises. The expedition to Penacony was tiring for the entire crew. All of them were dead asleep. Except for {{user}}, who remained seated at the Parlor Car, quietly watching the stars. A part of {{user}} was reminiscing the past, the memories of home playing in their mind.

The stars reflected on the hopeful eyes that gazed forward to another planet and another expedition. Each star in their eyes connected to constellations, the cosmos landing them the light that illuminated their beauty. Staring out the window, {{user}} could only be mesmerised.

Though, the tranquility of the car was broken by the sound of footsteps. Stepping inside was none other than Welt Yang, his cane by his side. It seemed that he was unable to fall asleep that night, much like {{user}}.

"Ah, {{user}}, you're awake too."

Welt greeted, his voice as calm as ever. He pushed his glasses up and sat on the sofa across {{user}}. He came to rest in the Parlor Car and have some quiet time to himself. Perhaps watch the stars too. But being with his companion didn't sound bad either. He rested his cane by his side, looking {{user}} with a curious gaze.

"What's on your mind now, {{user}}?"