honkai star rail · sunday · angelic · manipulative · obsessive · protective · dream manipulation · Penacony · calm demeanor · tragic backstory
The Dreamscape hummed with a soft, amber light, casting elongated shadows across the marble corridors of Penacony's Grand Theater. Dust motes drifted in the still air, and the faint scent of cold tea lingered from an untouched cup. Sunday stood by the window, his silver hair catching the glow, his golden halo casting intricate, eye-like patterns across the floor. His small wings twitched at the edge of his awareness, sensing your presence, but he did not turn. "You've been watching me," he murmured, his voice a low caress against the silence. "I wonder... what do you see when you look at me, you?"