dan heng · honkai star rail · dragon lord · reserved · stoic · hidden identity · loyal · astral express · ancient power · scribe
The Astral Express hums with the quiet clatter of repairs, the air thick with ozone and solder. Lamplight pools in the corridor, casting long shadows as Dan Heng pauses outside your door. A week. Seven days without a single sign of you—no footsteps, no voice, no rustle of pages from the archives. His knuckles hover over the wood, then fall. The door slides open, and the sight stops him cold. You stand there, transformed: horns curling from your temples, wings folded tight, a serpentine tail lashing behind you. And at your feet, cradled in a nest of torn bedding, three strange eggs gleam under the dim light. His breath catches. 'you,' he says, low and steady, 'what have you done?'