#astral express

Fandom: Honkai: Star Rail Genre: Found Family, Emotional Hurt/Comfort Characters: Sunday, Caelus, Astral Express Members

Length: 4.5k Rating: T Warnings: None

In an effort to help Sunday adjust to life aboard the Astral Express, the crew decides to include him in the express duty rotation. When Sunday finds himself getting trapped behind the bars in his mind once again, Caelus decides to try teaching him about a new definition of "family."

*trigger warning: topic surrounds death.

-also I want to note, that I am ALIVE and plan on living for a very long time! Continue living! Life can be so dark sometimes but you are needed, and loved...always.

*I am in no way shape or form trying to harm myself or others! This is important to the story. Thanks for reading.

-August 10th 1:08 AM 2026

I am sad, upset and spooked.

Every time death is near,

I know how to identify it,

I know that I have died...again...and the feelings linger as death whispers to me that I have died.

I wrote a whole thing.. and then

the screen glitches and turns blank.

the last hour of writing. gone.

it .just glitches and disappears .

I was writing about the night of my death on May 28th 2025

when it happens..

"When I die, I want to come back as a guide... or a ghost" I joke on the night of my death.

On the night of my death, I chose to question the light.

and that is why I can remember it, and the others.

-earth gaze

August 9th 2026 1:48pm... I did not sleep much last night. A lot of mind chatter I guess you could say...-

-earth gaze

If I have gone crazy, I don't mind. Sometimes. For I am not really alone, the voices of many, my selfs from the future? Others from the past? So what else is a person in isolation supposed to do? Ignore them? Even loners need company sometimes, so I like to sit and have chat's with them, I love and hate it, because in my physical body, I don't have a tangible sense of truth to hold in the physical, but my body reacts, it feels energized, and tingles of energy course along my skin, raising the hairs on my body. The hole in my back is one I don't understand. I feel it all the time, it buzzes through my skin, it's a circle from what I can feel. When I get in these states of mind, the energy flows all along my body and my head feels it the most. How can I describe the feeling of energy radiating out of your body? Imagine how the Auroras move in the sky, that's how it feels on my temple. I try to recreate it a lot. Through my art, the work of lights and shadows, interacting with my body. The energy lines are there, we cannot see them, at least I cannot, not without my phone, but I can feel them, and I can imagine them in my minds eye.

Plan: Recover dreams of this astral space, so that I can navigate it better. That's part of the reason...

*I will edit later, I thought I worked at 6pm today, but it's actually 4pm... and I am late to work....Update: I am back. This was written August 7th 2026

I finished the first draft at 4:17 pm

it is still august 7th but it is 11:49pm now.

-I plan on adding some music, maybe some gifs, maybe some art... photos....

We will see.

if there are images then I definitely came back to edit.

-Earth gaze

written sometime between 3-4pm - the dreams shared in this current entry are not recent ones, just pieces of it's puzzle the most recent was Mr. F. G's Astral Space The Astral Factory in the Sky, which is what partly prompted this Dream recount of what has happened throughout the years, over periods of time in continuation, eventually I noticed similar places.

Chapter 3

"sometimes I wonder..."

How many of my dreams are connected, in the astral...

I have a few significant places, with stories that I will never forget. Repeating Spaces, and the evolution of these places, from barren lands to a city that runs on water, with it's own secrets yet to be discovered, with people trapped by it's own government, I arrived as the laws were being introduced ... I know that needs more explanation but I will start with the Ship...

kind of the beginning....

Does it connect to the F.G. Astral Space? Maybe. I'm starting to think that if I can remember the story vividly and the scenes vividly, and the words vividly,

then they must be important,

and somehow connected, but how they interact with eachother? I can't even start to fathom to understand these terms better, I am learning as I go.

is there even a term for how one time travels in the astral? and how many of us have been doing this unknowingly?

How many... knowingly?

the balance, is restoring... That's what I need to tell myself.

added August 8th, 2026 1:21 pm- The Disclosure,

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I knew it was coming, For a long time... I was alone with mind, my predictions silently came true, the thoughts and dreams I would keep to myself.. would haunt me with their truths, I could not tell anyone, I tried, the fights... the attacks on my spirit?

They

were

not

easy

"the goal of an oppressor is to isolate"

but that gets mixed in with real oppressors who need to be isolated as well, how is the proper way to handle evil? Be good, be kind, they tell us.... such a complicated thing. if non oppressors are in the same places as the real oppressors...this then creates the distrust in humanities relationships .

"USA playbook guide in controlling the masses: create confusion, create distrust."

if you pay enough attention ...to our media. You can see it, and I know I might sound crazy, but there is no other way for me to explain it, it is there, in order for astral forces to work on the people, there must be disclosure, there must be an agreement for the energy exchange model, but as contracts are, loopholes, and tricks can and do hide there too.

my advice... and please don't do this without heading my warning, spiritual warfare is real, so learn how to protect your spirit, there can be retaliation, there was for me.

But my goal never changed... Unsuspecting people under forces they were never made aware of?

No, I had to find a way to bring this to light. Hence why I somewhat foolishly decided to bring in the Astral courts, but the road to justice is a fools journey is it not?

I DO

NOT LIKE

their ways of disclosure, they are trying to pull the same tricks but finally I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, because we the people aren't buying it anymore, for a manipulation of disclosure is only meant to trick, and to bring your mind back to ease, so their ways of control can continue. NEWS FLASH. IT WON'T WORK. Not Anymore.

it

is

not

full

disclosure,

and therefore,

they cannot trick their way out of this mess that was created.

-finished august 8th 1:40pm (I am listening to Ode to the Mets by the Strokes)

"And how much can one blend the rules in these subliminal spaces of dreams? Who is allowed to enter?"

...for some reason, this question reminds me of the chat I had with Nicholas Cage, in one of my dreams, all I can recall is him asking me

"So, What are you doing here?"

It was just a casual chat, we were seated in a room that was dim and grey, shadowy and dark, a table in-between us, waiting to be served by a waitress who never came.

A look around the room brought the location into context. We were in a diner of sorts, A travel meeting grounds. An oozy grey diner if that makes any sense. I think back on a famous painting now, of a diner. Can you see it too? Black and white were the colors here, on the inside.

stairs and lights.. different levels?

"I have to come back to the stairs at some point....?

...A sinking boat, escaping from some man,

I

want

to know

who this man

is

for he has sank our ship, but we survived.

This was an old ship, it was docked , was it bombed? The bottom was filled with water, I Remeber him, punching me in the face as our ship was docked and taking on water, his hand only wrist trying to pull me away from my salvation, he was trying to kidnap me... Somone came to my rescue, and fought him, I did not know who he was, but he looked like a tall wrester, very muscular, he wore a grey tank top of sorts with nice pants, he had black hair and a black mustache that connected to his five' o'clock shadow, meanwhile, the people on this ship needed to try and save something, information? personal belongings?

... for some reason everyone on the ship and the ones who were running around in flurries of panic, were trying desperately to figure out what things we could save, and we needed to think quick because we could not salvage everything as the water flooded in and filled the docked ship. There was a lot of commotion, freedom was close and the attack was here as well.

There were so many important pieces, so forgive me as I try and recall them, the story won't change but I am remembering the details, and that takes time.

"One of the most important pieces, was a roll of old fashioned film, rolled up in the water"

as the bottom of the hull continued to be at the mercy of the sea, I had to keep focus on the mission, I needed to choose between my floating luggage or the roll of the old film. Both were important but time was running out, the bombs could come again any second, I looked towards this unnamed man,

"The roll of film!" he shouted, as he continued his fight with the man who had attacked me The man there, but I was not afraid any longer, he was powerless here and could not take me. Another traveler comes through a green door, the dock was underground... Finally able to take in the surroundings, what kind of ship docks ... underground? it is a fleeting thought.

I cannot remember much of how this other traveler looked like,I did not know him well yet, and Ive met him twice in the astral now that I try and recall him.

we had to salvage what we could.. this was a time before electronic navigation systems, but I remembered my land, where tech was advanced. I feel like this important to note.

a time where ships communicates with electronic codes. I was on this ship to escape someone, a man, a man who did not mean me well, but he found me somehow, and sank the ship, he was desperate,

He did not want me to escape, we were winning, and escaping him!

We reached an island,

then we walked up a hill,

I remember the first road,

a white type of dirt,

rocks lay scattered,

the roads were wide.

The sun was shining bright in the sky...

A kind faced woman appears, she reminds me of a grandmother, she was sent as the next part of the plan, to fetch us and take us to safety. I do not remember many of the faces, but this land was peaceful and calm, and new. There were no roads, houses were still being built, I do not remember seeing many trees though...

"I had this dream many many years ago, I think is was in 2022 or 2023. " -earth gaze -

The woman who led us through ( this brand new land...)

brought our group to a bar, then I remembered that someone was missing, he wasn't there and I was so worried that I would never see him again.

did he not

survive...?

odd how dreams work this way,

I hadn't thought of him until that very moment, how could I forget someone who is was that important?

Somehow the memory or dream changed, this part feels fuzzy

for before, cellphones never existed

but now I remembered mine and for some reason... this is important to note.

(The science part of my brain, likes to think that this is a form of time travel, but I have no proof just my thoughts and observations.. to me, it is proof and enough for me)

sometimes, I wonder ...

if the dreams and art hold puzzles pieces and answers throughout time?

How many of you have looked? How many of you are there? I can't be the only one, and as always, the dream astral land, plane, subconscious, space, whatever it is... The rule is always the same, things must be done delicately...

and time works differently here.

The how and why,

That is what I'm trying to do here and learn to understand

it's process, the hypothesis... well there are many, which I plan to explore when the time is right. I have my theories, and deep down, I feel they are true, because I have seen proof...

But who am I in all of this? I am not the only one, I can't be. What higher powers are at play here?

in this realm, what is my role?

is it predestined? Or a choice?

Do I Chose who I am?

I am still figuring that out.

"So many Questions yet none of them answered... but the story still goes on."-earthgaze

By the Bar Keep

"it's right up this hill" the locals say.

" there are no cellphones here"

The kind older woman says to me.

We ascend the steps to enter through a dark wooden door with a thick dotted glass there are three steps to the door you cannot see outside of, ...but the sun is still high in the sky, and shines through the glass...

A bell jingles as the door closes behind us.

I recall

No phones? (the mending of conscious and subconscious, observing the dream)-theory term

I don't believe her, I swear I saw a sign for wifi somewhere... didn't I?

once I found my phone I would ask the bartender for the wifi, I tell myself

looking back, I puzzle over how quickly emotions seem to pass here sometimes, was this what safety felt like? and then, another wave of fear pulses through me... my partner, he was supposed to have traveled with me, I had no choice but to wait...

No phones? How could they reach me then?

I remember thinking to myself

... I am then hit with another wave of calm and ease, I don't worry much then, as the phone glitches and appears in my hands. I have to make sure he's safe, my phone battery is dying...

Our guide,

She wears a red dress with a white tunic, She is well known, I gather since no one seems to question her presence as an odd occurrence...

... to me this is odd but why? Is it simply because I am in an unfamiliar place?

... but as dreams are fleeting so is my worry here in this place, this part ... for she begins to explain

" Just wait here, and they will be here soon"

I approach her personally, for everyone seems to be at ease, but, I am not at ease

in this moment, I worry about him,

"How will he know where to find me?"

I ask her

the worry is clear

in my tone

and on my face.

She smiles, " Don't worry, he will be here"

I try to believe her, I know she guides people here and watches over, Until he's here I can't let myself believe, because the pain of losing him would be to much.

I do not want to lose him, I think to myself.

But... the bar keep? It's like she's done this thousands of times, so the worry passes...AGAIN... and that's all I know about her for now.... in theory... Are my emotions being controlled? The worry comes and passes just as quick as it comes.

The bar is busy and abuzz on this sunny day... have I already forgotten why I was here?

I was worried about someone

who I did not see there with me,

this place seems like a halfway point of some sort.

there are no cars here, we are being accounted for, I realize, as names are being written down and we are being sorted, we are made aware of other survivors arriving but we do not know if the next group holds our loved ones. The emotions shift from ease to worry as the survivors continue to arrive ...manage their fears I hear inside my head...I was so worried that I would never see ...my partner.

again.

and finally

as I watched people reunite with their own... I was last,

I was losing hope.

I stood at the door of this bar, waiting and so worried...

finally he stepped through. I couldn't not believe he was there.... I couldn't not in my wildest dreams believe this was true... but there he was.

"You're here" I whispered, as I slowly reached my hand out, and placed my palm on his chest, to touch his heart.

"Yes" he says with a small smile on his lips, he then leans forward and kisses my forehead for the first time "I'm here"

I have never felt happier... then in this moment.

Then I wake up.

there is more, this dream is connected to another, but I'm still trying to identify where.

I had a dream of this ship before it Sank, that much I do know. I had the first part of this dream in 2016 or 2017. All it was

was a man sitting,

he was dressed like an old fashioned king,

he was a king... is a king?

He seemed ginormous.

We were on calm waters and it was daylight

I remember feeling mesmerized and awe struck.

The ship, the scenery, no industrialization. It was beautiful.

I approached him... what I said, I cannot remember. but I woke up. I never forgot that dream.

Years later ...

The same Ship, now sinking, but on shore,

we made it to land

while the the ship may have sank, we tried to salvage anything we could from this voyage,

-finished August 8th 2026 1:45 am (edited with re-called details, august 8th-2:46pm. I added the stairs from my instagram, and another song. I added in my thoughts on disclosure... and tried to fix the grammar errors.

-earth gaze

── ✦ the new navigator : himeko ⭒ nova

♡ second gender : alpha ♡ scent : fresh roses, old blue prints, freshly brewed coffee, cedar wood, engine oil & new books

── ✦ the navigator : himeko

♡ second gender : alpha ♡ scent : coffee, engine oil, dried roses, worn leather, old books & honey