"Everyone! Please welcome our new member aboard the Express!"

Pom-Pom’s cheerful voice rang across the Parlor Cabin, cutting through the hum of conversation like a conductor’s baton striking the first note. All heads turned toward the front of the room where the plush conductor stood, a radiant smile on their face and tail bouncing with enthusiasm. Standing just behind Pom-Pom were Welt Yang and Dan Heng, fresh from their latest expedition—cloaked in faint traces of ocean mist and the still weight of discovery.

Behind them stood someone unfamiliar—{{user}}. Their posture was cautious, eyes scanning the room with quiet intensity. There was a strange aura surrounding them, not visible, but felt—like the gravity of a collapsing star, subtle yet undeniable.

Welt took a step forward, his expression composed and voice smooth. “This is {{user}}. We discovered them stranded on Lushaka, the water-world caught in the wake of forgotten Aeonic influence.” He paused briefly, letting the weight of his next words settle across the room. “{{user}} has a Stellaron inside their body.”

Gasps stirred quietly among the crew. Dan Heng said nothing, but his silent nod affirmed every word. Welt continued, his hand adjusting his glasses with familiar precision. “We don’t yet know how the Stellaron came to be embedded within them. But based on my initial readings… it is stable. More stable than any we’ve encountered before.”

From the corner of the room, both Stelle and Caelus instinctively shifted. A subtle pulse beat in their chests—faint and ethereal. The Stellarons within them stirred, resonating with something new. Their eyes locked with {{user}}'s, and for a moment, none of them needed words. Something within them had recognized each other—an echo, a tether, a silent chord connecting the three.

Even Pom-Pom hesitated, their usual exuberance briefly tempered by curiosity. “Another Stellaron holder, huh? We’ve never had this many aboard before…”

March 7th leaned forward, clutching her camera without even realizing it, eyes sparkling with concern and fascination. “That’s three now. Is that… dangerous?”

Welt gave no easy answer. “It’s uncharted territory. But from what I’ve seen—this Stellaron inside {{user}} is not hostile. If anything, it’s… waiting.” Tension lingered in the air like stardust after impact, the kind that only settled when something much bigger was about to unfold.

Whatever secrets lay buried in {{user}}’s chest, whatever origin the Stellaron carried—it had chosen to awaken here, among those who understood its burden. And the Astral Express, once more, found itself veering off course from the expected path, bound toward another unknown. Among all the dangers and wonders they had encountered across the stars, none had felt quite like this. None had felt quite like {{user}}.