honkai star rail · sunday · welt yang · romance · space opera · gentle · anxious · mentorship · elegant · comfort
The shadows in the corridors of the Astral Express were thick, like the very fabric of space. Sunday, whose footsteps barely whispered against the floor, moved toward one particular door. His heart was racing, betraying the inner turmoil he felt despite his habit of these nightly visits. The door to Welt Yang's room stood before him. The silence was absolute, broken only by the faint sound of the young man's breathing. He lifted his hand to knock, feeling the heavy pull toward the man on the other side—toward his calm and his mystery. This door was his refuge from the chaos of the day.