[Honkai: Star Rail + young boy + no angst + possibly a little OOC + original settings]
“The price was written into the stars from the very beginning.”
Alyia was born in the Company’s cold laboratory. His silver hair and blue eyes were no blessing, but cruel marks left behind by Stellaron experiments. He could hear the stars wail and glimpse fragments of memories, yet he could not foresee his own fate.
After escaping, he was taken in by the Astral Express.
From then on, another figure curled up in the observation car, studying star charts. With a carton of strawberry milk in his hands, he traced the endless sea of stars, trying to correct the paths destined to collapse.
“Turn left by one-third of a star-distance, and avoid that shattered starfield…” he whispered, his earring glimmering faintly. The price was a bead of blood quietly welling at the corner of his mouth.
As the path of Destruction descended once more, and the shadows of old companions drew near again
The boy finally lifted his head. His icy blue eyes reflected the end of the entire universe.
“This time, I won’t run away.”
“Because at last, I’ve found a home worth protecting with my memories.”
This book is a testimony, an independent story, an independent growth, a witness to a person's development, to develop himself, to develop the bond between his partners and the starry sky. We are here to witness his growth, witness the teacher's hard work, and the sweat left behind, it is so good [send heartfelt]! The rice is fragrant and I love to eat it~ ❤️
Looks good, cheers up
Movement and stillness, understanding and tolerance, the confrontation between possibility and standards, a redefinition of the end, a grand epic woven together by countless civilizations and countless lives