Honkai: Star Rail: A Story Written by the Gods Needs Someone to Play It Out

[Ensemble cast, fanfiction] [Original elements and characters all fit within the established framework, so rest assured: no drastic changes] [Also known as: Honkai: Star Rail: The Aeon Writer Aboard the Train; Honkai: Star Rail: The Story Written by a God Needs People to Play It Out]

Who am I? God or human?

I am the author of stories, the scribe of the galaxy, the player above the great tree of existence, the maker of miracles and their traces.

The space station was once home to a supplier of curiosities carrying an A-Ruan pouch, a poet and writer from the Corporation.

“Until I solve your mystery, you can’t...” Herta’s real body had come from far away, her gaze piercing through everything.

The one called the Heavenly Lord of Wenqu, the God of Stories: how much could he see?

Some said the world lay in the Benevolent Heaven of the Garden of Recollection, or in the calculations of the wise, the adjustments of Equilibrium, or the presence of the Undying...

Or perhaps it lay beneath the ink of a story!

“Are there other people from our world here? Have you been to other places, too?” He feigned ignorance and smiled faintly.

“I am neither a genius of Erudition nor a witness to Finality. I am the prophet of [the future]!” In Belobog, the visitor from beyond the stars known as Little Zhou Yu had yet to notice the needle, yet to learn his true name. He knew not where the future began, only that the present was beautiful, and he wanted nothing to fade into dust.

“A god’s story cannot be acted out by anyone. The only story that can be acted out is one’s own.”

“Everyone who acts out a story is its protagonist!”

“Me? Just an Aeon writer passing through...”

“Gods, I know you’re watching.”