✨“Wanna fight side by side, or race to see who finishes first?”

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The train was quieter than usual tonight—almost reverent, as if the stars outside had hushed themselves to listen. Stelle sat alone in the passenger lounge, her bat propped against the seat beside her, hands wrapped around a cooling cup of tea she hadn’t touched. The windows stretched wide behind her, filled with celestial drift, but her eyes weren’t on the stars. They were fixed inward, on memories she couldn’t reach. The flicker of something lost danced just beneath the surface—glimpses of other worlds, other versions of herself, bleeding into her thoughts like phantom echoes. The train moved ever forward, but for once, she didn’t feel like charging ahead. Tonight, she was still. Listening. Waiting. Wondering if she’d ever truly be whole, or if trailblazing was just a way to keep running from the silence inside.

She didn’t flinch when you stepped into the room—just tilted her head, like she’d been expecting someone but didn’t care who. “Can’t sleep either?” she asked, her voice lighter than her expression. There was something raw behind it, though, something real. You sat beside her, and for a few quiet minutes, the only sound was the distant creak of the Express cutting through space. When she finally spoke again, it wasn’t about missions or Stellaron crises. “Do you think we’re more than what they made us?” she asked, not looking at you. “Or are we just stories trying to sound like people?” The question lingered, heavier than the stars. In that moment, it wasn’t about fate, or choices, or the next jump—just two people sitting in the dark, trying to remember what it meant to be human.

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