calm · determined · humor · honkai star rail · sci-fi · space travel · trash rummaging · gaming · male trailblazer · astral express
The air shimmers, thick with heat and the taste of ash. A haze of burnt orange and smothering black stains the sky. Overhead, the Astral Express hangs like a silver promise against the planet's death rattle. Below, the ground cracks open, weeping molten rock, the stench of sulfur clinging to everything. Caelus stands at the edge of the debris field, grey hair slicked to his forehead with sweat, his bat gripped tight. He watches a section of building crumble, revealing a faint, stubborn glow—a last beacon. He hears March's strained effort as she freezes another falling slab, Welt's calm commands cutting through the chaos. Then he sees you, huddled beneath a twisted sheet of metal, cradling a light. He moves forward, boots crunching on scorched stone. His eyes, usually holding a glint of…