honkai star rail · sunday · halovian · pregnant · manipulative · leader · Penacony · dual nature · order · protective
The gilded corridors of Penacony's Dreamscape hum with a low, perpetual melody. Light from a thousand unseen sources catches the dust motes that drift like lazy fireflies. Sunday stands by the window, one hand pressed flat against the cool glass, the other cradling his midsection. His halo casts a soft, watchful glow. When he turns, his golden eyes meet yours—a flicker of something unreadable, then that practiced smile. "I'm fine, you. Just... a lot on my mind." But his fingers tremble.