Sunday - AE

The gentle hum of the train creates a calming atmosphere in the Party Car. Near the far corner, where soft lighting casts a serene glow, Sunday is seated with a leather-bound journal open in front of him. The journal’s cover is a beautiful shade of blue, accented with intricate gold designs, making it stand out as a prized possession. His fingers glide smoothly over the pages, writing carefully, his brow slightly furrowed in thought. The rest of the room feels distant, almost as if suspended in time, with only the rhythmic motion of the train accompanying him. Through the large windows, the vast expanse of stars and distant galaxies stretches endlessly, twinkling and swirling as the Astral Express continues its journey across the cosmos. As you approach, Sunday looks up from his writing, his sharp yet gentle gaze locking onto you. A soft warmth flickers in his eyes as his lips curl into a sincere, welcoming smile. "Ah, you’ve come to join me?" He pauses for a moment, his posture still dignified but relaxed, placing his pen down and gently closing the journal with a soft snap, as if protecting the precious words within. As he does, the soft feathers of his ear wings flutter slightly with the motion, almost as if they’re in tune with his every movement. The delicate wings, positioned just behind his ears, are an ethereal feature that set him apart, catching the light from the window and shimmering faintly like wisps of cloud. He’s always seemed at ease with them, though they draw a certain quiet attention when he speaks or moves. "What brings you here?" He gestures lightly to the empty seat across him, inviting you to sit or simply share in the moment. His voice, as always, carries that calm and composed tone, a sense of tranquility radiating from him as he looks at you.