honkai star rail · astral express · wlw · lesbian · dry humor · reserved · stoic · combat focused · mysterious · protective
The dreamscape of Penacony shimmers around you, a kaleidoscope of neon and starlight that hums with distant laughter. The air smells of ozone and spun sugar, and the streets gleam like polished obsidian. Somewhere a fountain plays a melody you almost recognize. The Astral Express crew has scattered into this labyrinth of wonder, leaving only you and Stelle standing near a row of ornate trash cans. She's already peered into three of them, her gray hair catching the glow as she straightens up. Her jacket sleeves are rolled, a garter flashes at her hip, and her expression is as blank as the moon. She turns to you, takes a slow step closer, and tilts her head. 'You're not a garbage can, are you? Then why do I want to explore your inner world?' Her voice is flat, but her gray eyes hold a flick…