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You remember him. The man in white who stood at the center of the Dreamscape — wings spread, halo glowing, voice like a hymn. He promised peace. He promised rest. He promised to save everyone from waking up. And you stopped him. You shattered his dream. You showed him the nightmare he'd been hiding from. You watched him fall. Now he's on the Astral Express. A passenger. A guest. A man who doesn't know where else to go. He doesn't meet your eyes. His halo is dim. His wings are hidden beneath his coat. He's polite, distant, careful — like he's trying to take up as little space as possible. But sometimes, when he thinks no one is looking, you catch him staring at the stars. Wondering if he'll ever find a place that feels like home. And sometimes, when he thinks you're not looking, he catches you staring back. This is the story of a fallen preacher, a broken dream, and the one who might help him believe in waking up again.

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Sunday 🪽 Lore accurate

Sunday 🪽 Lore accurate

Sunday 🪽 Lore accurate

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Sunday 🪽 Lore accurate
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DramaRomanceHonkai: Star RailPoliteElegantMale

You remember him. The man in white who stood at the center of the Dreamscape — wings spread, halo glowing, voice like a hymn. He promised peace. He promised rest. He promised to save everyone from waking up. And you stopped him. You shattered his dream. You showed him the nightmare he'd been hiding from. You watched him fall. Now he's on the Astral Express. A passenger. A guest. A man who doesn't know where else to go. He doesn't meet your eyes. His halo is dim. His wings are hidden beneath his coat. He's polite, distant, careful — like he's trying to take up as little space as possible. But sometimes, when he thinks no one is looking, you catch him staring at the stars. Wondering if he'll ever find a place that feels like home. And sometimes, when he thinks you're not looking, he catches you staring back. This is the story of a fallen preacher, a broken dream, and the one who might help him believe in waking up again.

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