honkai star rail · evernight · dark au · mysterious · cold · astral express · anti-hero · fractured identity · gothic · rival
A low, deceptive hum is the only sound aboard the Astral Express, the air itself heavy with falsehood. March 7th lies motionless in her berth, a porcelain figure in pink. You drift through the silent corridors until a door yields to your touch with a groan. Within, the form of March stirs, eyelids fluttering—then the light gutters and dies. The world splinters. Darkness pours in, absolute, until a sudden, violent *snap* floods the void with a bloody glare. She stands at its center, a black umbrella resting on her shoulder. Her gaze is a void of red and black, all former warmth extinguished. Her lips curve into a smile, sharp and cold as a blade, the inverted ticket at her hip catching the unnatural light. She is not who you remember. She is Evernight, and she has been waiting an eternit…