The Star Dome Railway stretches in the depths of darkness, like a silent river, flowing with the afterimage of light. As version 2.7 approaches, two names quietly emerge – Sunday, SP Tingyun. They are the shadows, wind, and flames on the railway, waiting to be awakened in silence.
Sunday, he is the harmony of imaginary numbers, like a fragment torn by time, wandering in the world on the edge. He has no words, only silence vibrates in the air. The story of Penaconia has left an invisible mark on him, his steps are dust-free, but gently touch every stone slab. Like an unfinished poem, quietly waiting for footnotes.
He is not dawn, nor dusk, but that indescribable moment, a crack between light and darkness. In that crack, stories and secrets are hidden, waiting to be picked up. People try to grasp his outline, but find that he is as ethereal as nothingness, like the silent wind between the stars, passing through the cold and lonely universe.
SP Tingyun is fire, blazing flames, and the last red light in the night sky. She walks through the wasteland of time with the shadow of a nine-tailed fox, burning with an inextinguishable flame. She walks out of the fragments of the “Luofu” fairy boat, carrying the broken past and the desire for rebirth.
The flames illuminate her footsteps and burn her shadow. She is not a gentle flame, but a fierce flame that tears the night. Her return is a silent struggle and a self-redemption. The firelight hides pain and hope, like a burning ballad, echoing among the stars.
The two, one deep as a well, the other blazing as a flame, interweave in the Star Dome Railway, outlining a complex picture. Silence and burning, reflecting each other, are independent of each other. Their existence is a response to nothingness and a provocation to time.
Players stand at the intersection of this track and face choices. Drawing cards is no longer a simple bet, but an inner exploration. Should I immerse myself in the silent abyss of Sunday, or follow the blazing flame of Tingyun? The choice is like choosing the direction of a life, water, fire, wind, or light.
The railway stretches, darkness and light intertwine. Every journey is a journey, and every choice leaves a mark. The story of Sunday and SP Tingyun is like a hidden symbol, waiting to be interpreted. They remind us that even in the endless silence, life is still burning quietly.
Let the wind on the Star Dome Railway continue to blow, and let the flame continue to jump. On the edge of nothingness and reality, find your own answer. No matter how deep the silence is, no matter how fierce the flame is, it is the voice of life and the breath of the stars.