"Welt, your thoughts?"
The aroma of Earl Grey swirled between them as Himeko's gaze turned pensive.
Welt observed the starscape outside. "Nightless was destroyed during the Yaoshi Rebellion. According to Xianzhou records, its remnants sleep beneath the Arbiter-General's ashes."
"The archives are vague," Himeko tapped a faded photograph. "Only this image remains."
Both stared at the grainy picture - a youth's profile amidst endless bones.
Welt shook his head. "Answers lie on the Xianzhou. Until then..."
"Everyone has secrets. I trust Anming."
"Agreed."
Himeko sipped her tea. The Express embraced all wanderers, regardless of pasts.
"Get back here!"
"Rules are meant to be broken!"
Nearby, Anming pillow-slammed Stelle into submission, then executed a flawless Z-dodge to counter March's sneak attack. The pink-haired girl faceplanted onto her bed, vowing never to pillow-fight Anming again.
Dan Heng watched impassively until a stray pillow smacked his face.
"Heroes can't retreat!" Stelle declared, standing triumphantly on Pom-Pom's mop.
Dan Heng: "..."
The battle concluded with Dan Heng's decisive victory. Anming and Stelle collapsed onto March's bed - youth knows no price, sleep comes swiftly.
The "Three Musketeers" officially debuted!
As Dan Heng retreated to the Data Bank, March sat by the window, tracing constellations with her fingertips.
Anming approached quietly. "What are you looking at?"
March tucked her legs beneath her. "The universe is so vast... so many nameless stars."
Her eyes reflected galaxies.
"I never told you," she smiled wistfully. "They found me in six-phase ice. No memories, no past."
"Maybe I was an ordinary traveler. Or an Emanator. Or..." Her voice trailed off. "I feel like we're similar, you and I."
She couldn't explain it, but something about Anming felt... familiar.
"Equally beautiful?"
"You're unbelievable!" March hopped down, grabbing his hand. "Want to stargaze?"
Before Anming could respond, she pulled him to the window. The cosmic vista stretched endlessly - perhaps this was Trailblazing's true essence.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
March sat opposite him, pink locks cascading over fair skin. They watched the stars in comfortable silence.
"Uh..."
Stelle awoke to this scene, decided it must be a dream, and rolled over.
March and Anming shared a laugh.
...
"Why so disheveled?"
Kafka raised an eyebrow as Silver Wolf and Firefly stumbled in, covered in dust. Blade was presumably recovering elsewhere.
"Someone thought 'immortal' meant 'good at drifting'," Silver Wolf collapsed onto the couch. "Never riding with him again."
"I'll shower first," Firefly smiled at her dusty reflection.
"Silver Wolf," Kafka said, "find Stelle's ID."
The hacker's lips twitched. "You sure?"
The screen displayed: Kafka's Dog.
Kafka sighed. "Perhaps... Stelle needs counseling."
"Probably beyond saving..."
Silver Wolf booted up a game, hoping Kafka would go easy on the poor girl.
In her room, Firefly struggled to contain her joy. Meeting Anming had already felt like a lifetime's worth of miracles.
Today was... extraordinary.