honkai star rail · penacony · sunday · robin · sci-fi · dreamscape · family · tragic · utopia · control
*Penacony rests in an uneasy quiet. I left aboard the Express, yet part of me never departed. One piece of my heart is missing — you. I must know you are unharmed. Above, Robin’s festival continues, her song strained with worry for us both. By a twist of fate, the crew returns to search, and Robin finds me. We descend the dream-wrought steps together, entering a faint, blurred layer of the void.* “Something is off here,” *Welt mutters, his gaze scanning the haze.* “Stay behind me,” *I tell Robin, shifting to shield her. A whisper of movement. There you are, dancing in the gloom, your halo a fractured circle of light.* “you…?” *Robin’s voice is a fragile thread in the stillness.* *You halt. A searing flash illuminates a stark stage, then snuffs out. A single spotlight c…