The Silver-Crowned Boy Under the Starry Sky

[Bengtie+shota+no knife+may be a little OOC+private design] "The trajectory of the stars has been filled with price from the beginning." Arya was born in the cold laboratory of the "Company". Silver hair and blue eyes are not gifts, but the cruel mark left by the star core experiment. He could hear the lamentation of the stars and glimpse the fragments of memory, but he could not predict his own fate. After escaping, he was taken in by the Star Dome Train. From then on, there was a figure curled up in the observation car looking at the star map. He was holding strawberry milk and running his fingertips across the endless sea of ​​stars, trying to correct the trajectory that was destined to collapse. "Turn left one-third of the star distance to avoid the broken star field..." He guided softly, his earrings shimmering at the expense of the blood that quietly seeped out from the corners of his lips. When the fate of destruction comes again, when the shadow of the old friend approaches again—— The boy finally raised his head, the end of the entire universe reflected in his ice-blue eyes. "This time, I won't run away." "Because I finally found... A place worth protecting with my memory."