The Astral Express drifted gently, leaving Teyvat's glow fading slowly behind. Silence filled the lounge, comforting but heavy. Each member sat quietly, lost in their reflections.
Void Archives' voice broke the silence softly:
"Captain, a weak signal detected. Analyzing… It matches with the Hyperion-class vessel, the Hyperion."
Noah stiffened, his pulse quickening inexplicably at the name. He placed a hand against his chest, a strange warmth blooming within him—familiar, yet foreign.
Kiana, noticing first, frowned gently. "Captain? Are you okay?"
Elysia leaned forward, curious yet calm. "Noah? What is it?"
Lumine quietly approached his side, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
Void Archives spoke again, its tone unusually pensive. "This ship…The Hyperion… there is something different…. is not a relic…. Somehow… Its core systems register residual data from another temporal axis… It may come across from a possibility. But how? This should not happen yet…."
The room fell into a hush. Kiana's brows furrowed. "You mean it's... from the future?"
"No," VA corrected. "From a potential timeline—one that was, or might have been. It lingers in the drift, tethered by the captain's presence."
Elysia's eyes widened slightly. "That doesn't make sense… How can a ship be tied to someone from a different time?"
"It's not bound by time as you know it," VA explained. "It's tethered by the captain's— Noah's existence, his choices—perhaps even his destiny— across timelines. That's why the Hyperion responded. It remembers a path he may have taken… or will take."
Lumine's brows furrowed. "So we're walking through possibilities, not certainties."
Elysia glanced toward Noah, thoughtful. "And it followed him. Not by logic… but by heart."
Noah remained silent for a moment, his hand still resting on his chest. He could feel it—that thread of memory not lived, yet still part of him. It tugged gently, as if beckoning him forward.
"I don't understand it fully," he murmured. "But it feels familiar. Like something I lost long ago… is waiting ahead."
Noah's breath caught. His hand, still resting on his chest, curled slowly into a fist.
"The Force whispers… This ship isn't merely drifting in space. It's waiting—for us…for me."
Kiana's eyes widened faintly. "Then this is… part of the Trail?"
Elysia nodded slowly, her smile growing more solemn. "And maybe a fragment of what's to come."
The girls exchanged thoughtful glances, feeling the gravity of what waited ahead—the bridge between what they were and what they would become.
—---------
The Hyperion floated ahead, battle-worn yet majestic, casting an ethereal glow that shimmered like a memory reborn. The stars glittered in reverence around it, silent witnesses to its timeless vigil.
"Incredible," Lumine whispered, her voice soft with wonder.
Kiana stepped forward slowly, her breath catching. "It's like it's calling out to us."
"Or perhaps waiting to be remembered," Elysia murmured, her gaze distant and reverent.
A subtle pulse echoed through the air as if in answer. The ship didn't feel abandoned—it felt expectant.
They boarded without speaking, feet guided by intuition. The halls of the Hyperion whispered with a quiet familiarity, like a dream they'd forgotten until now.
As they reached the bridge, the lights dimmed to a golden hue, casting long shadows like the arms of history reaching out. Noah stepped forward as if drawn, his palm meeting the central console.
The ship stirred. Consoles flickered to life. The air filled with warmth.
"Captain on bridge," the system announced, its voice not mechanical but welcoming, as though it recognized his presence not as command—but as home.
Then came a burst of light, playful and nostalgic, as AI-Chan materialized with a flourish.
"Welcome back, Captain Noah! And hello again, my favorite girls!" she sang with radiant cheer.
Noah blinked, stunned. "Captain? Have we met before?"
AI-Chan tilted her head, smiling with a mix of joy and confusion. "Haven't you always been the Captain?"
A flicker crossed Noah's mind—an image, distant but vivid—Kiana, older, sorrowful and proud, whispering of paths yet walked.
Alice's words resound in his mind.
"Because I've seen footprints of you before. Not exactly you—but pieces. In timelines that never fully were, in songs no one's written yet. You always stand at the center of the storm… even when you try to stay outside of it."
His hand brushed the outline of Void Archives beneath his coat. He narrowed his eyes, voice low.
"Is this why you always call me Captain?"
Void Archives remained silent.
But the ship did not.
It hummed around them, as though greeting the return of its captain.
And so the mystery deepened—not just of who they were, but who they were meant to be.
—---------
Their reunion with AI-Chan brought smiles and confusion. The hologram's familiarity with them was uncanny—more than programming, it was like reuniting with a dear old friend.
AI-Chan approached Kiana, Elysia, and Lumine with a warmth that shimmered in every pixel of her form. Her voice held no artificial cadence—just earnest joy.
"I've missed you all terribly! It's been so lonely watching the stars without your laughter."
Kiana blinked in confusion. "Wait—how do you know us? We've never been here before."
AI-Chan giggled softly, her holographic eyes misting with something like emotion. She floated a little closer to Kiana, patting her head affectionately. "I know your smiles. Your voices. The weight you carry when no one's watching. You're part of a story I've been waiting to see continue."
Elysia's smile was gentle, but her brows furrowed. "You're not just an AI… are you?"
AI-Chan winked. "Not just. I remember your brilliance, Elysia. And your heart, Lumine. And your spark, Kiana. You've all been here before… even if you don't remember it yet."
Lumine stepped closer, her voice cautious. "Are you… from a different worldline?"
"I'm from every version that remembered love," AI-Chan said simply. "And every one that forgot and was forgiven. But come—there's something you need to see. Maybe it will help you remember, too."
—---------
Inside the armoury, Divine Keys lay silently, their power humming beneath sealed casings—like sleeping gods waiting to awaken. The chamber glowed with faint pulses of sealed energy, each one a fragment of history, pain, and hope.
AI-Chan floated between the pedestals with a rare solemnity in her voice.
"Weapons from the Herrscher wars. Each one forged from the cores of defeated Herrschers, sealed with the essence of Soulium and memory. Relics of heroes and tragedies… and sometimes both."
She motioned to several of the visible Divine Keys: a pair of great pistols with crimson sigils—Judgment of Shamash, a long, elegant feather-shaped key etched with luminous runes—Fenghuang Down, a towering cross adorned with golden patterns—Judah's Oath, a smooth, floating sphere emitting a faint gravitational hum—Star of Eden, a sleek, dual-toned lance—black metal spiraling with ghostly white flower motifs—Black Abyss / White Flower, and a jagged violet katana crackling with arcs of thunder—Seven Thunders of Retribution. Each was inert, but none had truly lost their will.
Elysia stepped forward slowly, nostalgia softening her gaze. "Vill-V created these… during the Fire Moth Era. Each one was more than just a tool—they were promises. Wills crystallized into form. We all gave something to them… and in return, they carried the weight we could not."
Her steps slowed as she reached one particular pedestal. Her gaze fell upon the dual-toned lance—Black Abyss / White Flower. Her expression faltered, gentled into something far more intimate.
She raised a hand.
As her fingers brushed the cold metal, the Divine Key pulsed faintly beneath her touch—a soft flicker of acknowledgment, as if recognizing an old friend. White petals shimmered briefly across the surface before fading into stillness.
Lumine and Kiana both leaned forward slightly, watching.
"Ely, are you perhaps familiar with them?" Lumine asked quietly.
Elysia nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes. In a time when the stars dimmed… and hope felt far away."
She stepped back slowly, hand trembling slightly from memory. "Even now… it remembers me."
The silence that followed wasn't empty—but reverent.
"They're more than weapons," Elysia murmured. "They're… the proof. Of choices made. Of endings that still linger."
AI-Chan nodded gently. "And maybe beginnings, too. But be warned—they are powerful weapons but prices are accompanied by them to unleash their full might. Use them only if you must... or if you're ready to carry their weight."
Elysia's eyes flicked to Noah's arm. "And… that," she nodded slowly, "is also a Divine Key. The first."
Noah stared at his arm. The interface of Void Archives pulsed faintly, almost reverently, as it responded:
"The First Key—The Key of Revelation. The Archiver of memory, recorder of truths. 50,112 years have passed since our last meeting, Elysia."
Kiana blinked in disbelief. "Fifty-thousand?! Ely—how old—"
Elysia's smile turned dangerously sweet. "Ara~ Kii, just what are you trying to say~ aren't beautiful girls eternaly eighteen~"
There was a beat of silence.
Lumine cleared her throat awkwardly, eyes subtly glancing away. But secretly approves. After all she is also…ehem…
Kiana shifted back and squinted. "I mean, I'm not saying you don't look one!!! but that was a suspiciously fast answer."
Inside Kiana's mind, Sirin's voice chimed in dryly: "Well it seems she's definitely older than that old Kaslana."
Kiana mentally shouted back, "Not helping, Sirin!"
Noah, ever the tactful one, simply raised an eyebrow. "I've learned never to question a lady's age—especially when she's technically a living crystallization of Origin."
Elysia gave him a playful wink. "Smart man."
Kiana pouted. "Captain you traitor!! why do you never say cool lines like that when it's me, huh?!"
Lumine crossed her arms, sighing. "He saves those for dramatic timing. You've seen him."
Sirin's laughter faintly came out from Kiana's. "You're all so dramatic. It's almost entertaining."
Noah chuckled softly under his breath. "Almost?"
The group shared a lighthearted chuckle, the weight of the moment lifting slightly as their bond showed its warmth—not just forged by battle, but by trust, banter, and the strange family they were becoming.
—---------
After returning to the Express, Hyperion now docked at one of the express car bay, Noah found himself poring over records in the Hyperion's and VA data bank. Holographic interfaces surrounded him, each window pulsing with data, schematics, and historical logs tied to the Divine Keys. One material in particular kept recurring across every file: Soulium.
"What is Soulium exactly?" he asked aloud, narrowing his eyes.
"A metaphysically conductive metal," VA explained. "Formed from high-density Honkai matter refined through Quantum phase compression. It's uniquely attuned to emotion, memory, and Herrscher energy signatures. Crucial for Divine Key construction."
Noah studied the holograms displaying each weapon.
Judgment of Shamash — forged from the Herrscher of Flames' core, it channels a blazing conflagration capable of purging even the densest Honkai corruption. The pistols are twin conduits of divine flame, but their power comes at a cost—the more intense the fire, the greater the toll on the user's body and soul. Each shot carries the will of judgment, incinerating all it deems unworthy, regardless of friend or foe.
According to Vill-V's notes scribbled in the margins: "Absolutely do not dual-wield while under emotional distress—unless you want to become your own barbecue."
Fenghuang Down — made from the Herrscher of Sentience's core, shaped like a delicate feather that shimmered with soft crystalline hues. It was a Divine Key that resonated not with destruction, but with understanding. Its true strength lay in forging connections—between memories, between hearts. Through it, users could share thoughts, stabilize fractured minds, and preserve fading spirits. During its prime, it was used not just in battle, but in healing and empathy, especially to anchor soldiers on the brink of breaking.
Vill-V's archived note read: "For once, a weapon that doesn't explode! Mostly. Unless you overclock the empathy matrix—then good luck sorting your memories from someone else's."
Judah's Oath — born of the Herrscher of Binding, a towering cross forged to restrain even the mightiest of entities. It was not meant to destroy, but to hold—to give heroes time to act, to save, to hope. When activated, the cross could lock enemies in radiant shackles of light, binding their powers to the ground. It was most effective in suppressing high-tier Honkai manifestations and even other Herrschers. Its golden lattice shimmered with sanctified restraint, echoing the will of guardians who stood unshaken in the face of despair.
In Vill-V's commentary log, she scribbled: "Warning: may cause divine beings to throw tantrums. Use responsibly—or with popcorn."
Star of Eden — created from the Herrscher of Star's core, its floating spherical form manipulates gravitational forces with deadly precision. Capable of collapsing terrain, redirecting projectiles, and suspending matter mid-air, it was one of the most tactically versatile Divine Keys used during the Herrscher wars. Its presence resonates with the weight of stars themselves—silent, unyielding, and absolute.
One of Vill-V's logged footnotes added: "Theoretically capable of turning a house into a black hole... if you ever get that bored. Also fun fact: it can double as a very judgmental paperweight."
Black Abyss / White Flower — tied to the Herrscher of Death, a lance of sorrow and loyalty. It possesses the terrifying ability to recreate and destroy matter through manipulation of atomic structures, making it one of the most unstable and potentially destructive Divine Keys ever built. Its white petals swirled around grief etched in steel, a beautiful deception masking devastating precision.
Vill-V's commentary, scrawled across a half-scorched schematic, read: "Oh, this one? Delightfully dangerous. Cuts atoms, memories, and if you're not careful—your sense of humor. Use with poetic angst, or don't bother at all."
Seven Thunders of Retribution — born of the Herrscher of Thunder's might, a violet katana capable of splitting stormclouds and silence alike. Wielded by those who embraced the storm within, it harnessed not just lightning but the judgment carried on every strike. Quick, merciless, and echoing the roar of distant skies, the blade's arcs could sever space itself when drawn in full force.
Vill-V's commentary, scribbled in a bolt-scorched margin, read: "Very sharp. Very zappy. Do not lick it—no matter how daredevil your science gets. Trust me."
"Each Key was born from catastrophe," VA continued, "but remade to protect. To preserve hope in the ruins left behind."
As he scrolled through Vill-V's notes—half brilliant schematic, half unhinged doodle—Noah let out a soft snort.
"She was... a character," Noah muttered.
"Brilliant lunatic," VA replied. "High casualty rate on her inventions. Exceptionally high success rate, too."
Despite himself, Noah smiled. And yet, as he stared at the glowing outlines of each weapon, he felt something stir within—like the fragments of a responsibility not yet fulfilled. A duty etched in steel and soul. He remembers the Visions in Teyvat. How it channels power to its users. How It symbolizes recognition.
Noah exhaled slowly.
"I think it's time we forge something new."
—---------
The gentle hum of the Astral Express pulsed quietly through the lounge, lit only by the soft gold glow of passing starlight. Elysia reclined gracefully on the couch, her long hair cascading like silk, the crystalline flower she always carried glowing faintly beside her. Nearby, Kiana lounged upside-down on a chair, tossing a cookie between her lips, while Lumine sat cross-legged near the lounge table, sketching abstract patterns with a faint trail of Anemo light.
Noah stepped into the lounge. His expression was calm, but in his eyes—there was something stirring. Curiosity. Hope. Something deeper.
Kiana sat up, crumbs on her cheek. "Captain's got that look again."
Lumine smiled lightly without looking up. "The one where he's about to do something big."
Elysia tilted her head toward him with an elegant grin. "And we're all here for it."
"Elysia."
She looked up, smiling. "Oh? You don't use my full name anymore, unless you need something serious."
He stepped closer, almost hesitant, but not uncertain.
"I wanted to ask you… about your crystal rose."
Her smile softened, replaced by a look of gentle surprise. She tilted her head slightly.
"My crystal? Why the sudden interest, Noah?"
"Because… I think it might be the final piece. The thing that ties everything together."
Elysia blinked, then sat up straighter, sensing his sincerity.
"Hmm~ It's more than just a pretty flower."
She reached out creating one, fingertips grazing the edge of the crystal.
"It's… a part of me. The crystallization of the Origin within me. It reflects potential—the truest version of someone's heart. It resonates with those who are trying to become something more."
Her voice grew quieter as she looked up at him.
"It's my gift to others. To help them shine."
For a moment, Noah didn't speak. His gaze held hers—steady, warm, full of meaning.
Then his eyes lit up. Truly lit up.
"That's it! That's exactly what I need."
Without thinking, he stepped forward and pulled Elysia into a sudden hug—gentle, but earnest. Her eyes widened, breath catching softly.
"Ely, would you… give me Nine.. Ten pieces of your crystal?"
He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, his hands still resting lightly on her waist.
His expression was hopeful. Almost vulnerable.
"Please. I want to use them to forge something beautiful—for all of us."
Elysia stood there frozen for a moment. Her cheeks bloomed with color, a rare blush creeping across her face. Her lips parted, but no words came.
Then—slowly—she nodded.
With a graceful motion, she extended her hand. Ten shards of her crystal formed in the air—pure, glimmering with Origin energy. She gently placed them in his hands.
"If it's for you, Noah… always."
Noah smiled. He leaned in, and without a word, pressed a tender kiss to her cheek.
Elysia froze again—utterly stunned.
Her heart skipped.
The contact was brief, but filled with warmth and trust. When he pulled away, she was still processing it—eyes wide, hand gently lifting to touch her cheek.
"Thank you, Ely. You've given me more than you know."
Noah gave her a thankful, glowing smile and turned to leave.
Across the lounge, Kiana had nearly dropped her cookie mid-bite, while Lumine's sketch trailed off into a squiggle. They both exchanged wide-eyed glances from their seats—Kiana still slightly upside-down and Lumine now fully attentive.
"Did he just—"
"—Kiss her?"
Pouting and silence followed.
"I better get one of those next," Kiana muttered, trying to hide the growing blush on her cheeks.
"…Agreed," Lumine replied, though her face was carefully neutral—save for the faintest glint of challenge in her eyes.
Sirin's voice echoed teasingly in Kiana's mind. "Careful, or you'll combust before the kiss ever lands."
"Shut up, Sirin," Kiana hissed mentally."We are sharing the same body. You will be included with that kiss as well."
"...."
Still lounging nearby, Elysia touched her cheek and giggled, basking at the lingering feeling of Noah's kiss.
—---------
Noah entered the Hyperion's central lab, his steps unusually quick—almost like a child who had just discovered the answer to an ancient riddle. He approached the console, fingers hovering over the interface, but then paused, eyes narrowing.
"Wait. I don't have Soulium."
AI-Chan popped up smugly. "Storage is packed with Soulium, Captain. You could've asked earlier."
Noah blinked, processing that for a second too long. "Wait… what?"
AI-Chan waved a glowing finger. "Storage chamber number seven. Behind the fourth containment door. It's labeled 'Do Not Touch Unless You Know What You're Doing.' Classic Vill-V organization."
Noah sighed and walked to the indicated chamber. As the door hissed open, rows of neatly packed ingots glimmered faintly, the Soulium cases stacked with absurd precision.
A sticky note on the first crate read: "Soulium—For Emergency Multi-dimensional Hope Forges Only. Or, you know, Tuesday."
He stared at it for a full beat.
"...Of course it's labeled that."
He returned to the lab, arms full of ingots, and set them reverently onto the platform. The forge responded immediately, soft pulses rippling outward. He grinned as he rolled up his sleeves, beginning the delicate process—first with Soulium, then integrating Elysia's Origin Crystals, and finally imbuing it with his Trailblaze energy.
The Soulium—black-silver and metaphysically conductive—responded to his touch, vibrating faintly as if remembering every forge it had ever known. "Memory turned to metal," Noah whispered in awe, layering it as the casing that would house each emblem. It wasn't just structural—it adapted to its wielder, learned their soul.
Next, he cradled the shards of Elysia's Origin Crystal in his hand. Their rose-colored glow pulsed gently, warm and inviting. "Potential itself," he murmured. "The soul's mirror." They would allow the emblem to resonate with its bearer's truest self, awakening what lay dormant within.
He placed each shard at the emblem's heart, letting it settle into the Soulium's embrace.
Finally, Trailblaze energy poured from his palm like starlight drawn from a dream. Unlike the other components, it wasn't forged—it was given. A piece of the path itself, a spark of infinite futures.
"This… is what gives them meaning," he said aloud. "Trailblaze doesn't predict—it empowers. It gives the bearer a path, a new possibility."
As the three forces intertwined—Soulium, Origin, and Trailblaze—the forge activated. The first emblem began to form, spinning like a newborn star.
AI-Chan popped up again, clapping. "He's doing it! Captain Crafts-a-Lot is in the zone!"
A Vill-V note floated into view: "Danger level: mild-to-apocalyptic. Also, don't mix up your emotional resonance flow. You'll end up forging your crush into a spear. Which… happened once."
Noah deadpanned. "Good to know."
The process repeated—each emblem forming in brilliant light, starting as a blank slate, forged from the combined essence of Soulium, Elysia's Origin Crystals, and Trailblaze energy. They hovered silently, their forms complete but their essence untouched, waiting. These were not weapons of predetermined fate, but mirrors for the soul—meant to awaken only when held.
He could already feel it: the fire that would answer Kiana's call, entwined with Sirin's indigo spark. The one that shimmered like a snowflake, still and beautiful, holding Elysia's remembrance. And another, pulsing with quiet gold, waiting patiently to resonate with Lumine's guiding will.
But for now, they remained still—shaped, but not yet alive.
Not until they were chosen.
And his own... a quiet beacon pulsing with a steady, unwavering light.
When it was done, Noah stood still, breathing slowly, the forge quiet now. Before him, the ten Astral Emblems hovered, radiant and still.
He smiled softly.
"They're not just our weapons," he whispered. "They will become our Symbol. A proof we exist… that we choose this path..The Trailblaze."
—---------
The Astral Emblems shimmered softly, forged in unity—blank and pristine, yet humming with potential.
Noah stepped forward with quiet reverence, each emblem hovering beside him like stars awaiting their constellation. His eyes met the crew's—softened by warmth, steady with purpose.
"These aren't just simply tools," he said gently. "They're reflections of your journey, and vessels of your will. Each one is forged with Soulium to Consolidate, Origin Crystal for potential, and Trailblaze for possibilities. But they awaken only with your heart."
He turned first to Kiana.
Two emblems floated toward her—one warm with a subtle inner glow, the other cold and unreadable.
"You carry two souls now," Noah said softly. "One that burns with courage… and one that waits in silence."
Kiana reached out, fingers trembling slightly. The first emblem sparked with crimson flame the moment she touched it—brilliant and fierce. But as her fingertips grazed the second, a ripple of indigo light flickered within, Quantum energy pulsed. Her breath hitched.
"It responded to her," she whispered.
Inside her, Sirin stirred—silent but present, no longer lurking, but listening.
Noah nodded. "She's a part of you. And this emblem knows. It's hers as much as yours."
Kiana swallowed hard and nodded back. "Thanks… Captain."
She paused for a moment, then smiled sheepishly. Then closes her eyes, and when she opened it, Kiana's blue eyes turned gold.
"...Thank you… for remembering me as well." Kiana–Sirin shares her heartfelt thanks to Noah with a small blush, before leaving making Kiana's eyes turn back to blue.
Noah smiles at her before turning to Elysia. "Ely, yours was forged not for war. It's for Remembrance. For those beautiful moments. To remind you what's worth protecting."
Elysia smiled gently, already knowing. As her hand wrapped around the emblem, frost blossomed along the surface in crystalline spirals. Light swirled within—soft, serene, and beautiful.
Then Noah faced Lumine.
"Lumi, yours is a compass," he said. "You carried others through darkness. You became their hope and their symbol, but this was made to remind you, that you can guide yourself too."
Lumine stepped forward without hesitation. As her fingers met the emblem, it shimmered—first with gold, the power of Imaginary, then flowing through each of her elements: Anemo's breeze, Geo's steadiness, Hydro's grace, Dendro's bloom, and Electro's storm. It pulsed with a rhythm that felt like her heartbeat.
She closed her eyes briefly, whispering, "I'll carry it with care."
Finally, one emblem remained. Noah's.
He reached toward it, but it did not glow.
Not until Kiana, Elysia, and Lumine stepped forward—each placing a hand atop his.
Only then did the emblem shine, resonating with golden brilliance, quiet golden glow surrounded by mirrored constellations, pulsing in time with the others. The same element as Lumine, Imaginary. That symbolizes Noah's path as a Trailblazer, to seek and forge new possibilities.
They stood together, silent and breathless, as the emblems bloomed one by one—awakened not by force, but by the bond they shared. They didn't just claim their emblems—they chose their path.
Noah's gaze settled warmly upon five untouched emblems.
"These five… I saw them in my illusion. They were with us. I don't know who they are or when we'll meet… but fate, the Force, will bring us together. Until then, these emblems shall wait for you."
A poetic montage unfolded,
A young man studied quietly at his school desk on Earth, pausing to gaze skyward.
A solitary young man lounged atop a rooftop… his eyes veiled in melancholy as he stared at the sky.
A young woman stood on a balcony looking at the night sky, wind gently stirring her violet hair, her eyes soft with longing.
A cheerful girl, despite her weakness, raises her tea cup, glancing toward the night sky with curiosity.
A genius girl stirred amidst scattered blueprints and glowing lenses, her world always ticking… yet somehow as if calling her, she glanced at the sky.
A single silver shooting star streaked gracefully across each of their skies, uniting their worlds in quiet promise.
At the Astral Express, Noah smiled warmly at Kiana, Elysia, and Lumine standing beside him, each emblem glowing gently.
Kiana nudged Elysia. "Why does his glow fancier than ours?"
Elysia giggled. "Because he worries three– four times more than we do."
Lumine smirked faintly. "And we'd be with him along the way."
Sirin chimed in, her voice rang out from her emblem pin beside Kiana's, "One day, We will carry it with him, together."
The Astral Express bathed in silver light, surged forward through the starry seas.
Noah whispered softly:
"Let's blaze the next trail… together."