Sunday, a name like light and shadow, was born quietly in the world of Star Dome Railway. His growth is like a silent practice, precipitating countless fragments of materials, and also precipitating our deep expectations and gentle protection for him.
Breakthrough materials are like the invisible blood in his life. Fifteen pieces of thought fragments are traces of his broken consciousness and the most fragile fragments of the soul; fifteen pieces of impression crystals are like the carving knife of time on memory, carving out the appearance of his inner heart; fifteen pieces of broken mirrors of desire reflect his desire and struggle. And the sixty-five illusions of a chord are the melody of his search for himself in the fog, the notes forgotten by the world, and the faintly glowing lighthouse in his heart. With the investment of 308,000 credit points, this is not only the stacking of numbers, but also the injection of his vitality.
The trace materials are the road he has walked, the sound of the wind blowing, and the light he touched in loneliness. Twelve pieces of the same wish carry the hope of resonance; forty-one pieces of thoughts are like the fragments of his soul that he keeps collecting; fifty-eight pieces of desire are the courage he has to reshape again and again; fifty-six pieces of impressions are the records of each of his past selves; and the eighteen cloud notes and sixty-nine air bars converge into the melody deep in his soul. Each piece of material is a gentle comfort and a loving companion for his growth.
The materials for skill improvement are piled up to form the foundation of his power. The fragments of thoughts are his awakening; the cloud notes and air bars are the beat of his heartbeat; the music from the sky is the wingspan of his flight; the same wish and the footprints of fate are his entanglement with fate. Every upgrade is not only an enhancement of combat power, but also a fullness of the mind and the depth of the soul.
And his light cone, “flying back to the earth”, is more like a gentle farewell and a ritual of returning home. Four cloud notes, twelve air measures, fifteen celestial music, twenty thoughts, twenty impressions, fourteen desires, and thirty-eight thousand five hundred credits make up the entire temperature and weight of this flight. Flying is not only about going far, but also about returning, which is his determination to return from the stars to the earth.
In this long preparation, Treabar became a bridge between us and provided the warmest support. Because developing a character is not just the accumulation of numbers, but also the accumulation of love. We are willing to fly with him on this starry railway, and accompany ourselves through the moments between light and shadow.
May Sunday, under your gentle protection, become the firm and true self.