As these words were spoken, the starry sky before them seemed to be stirred by an invisible hand, suddenly changing.
Countless shimmering fragments of Memoria spun and coalesced like a kaleidoscope, symbolizing fragments of the starry sky, fragments of broken wings, fragments of hope...
Finally, an image pieced together from these fragments floated silently in the void:
A pair of small, childlike hands are carefully cradling a Melodi-Dove with a broken wing.
At the bottom of the image, two lines of text are etched like starlight:
May your sky always be filled with starlight.
May your stage always be bright and dazzling.
The Robin's lips moved silently, its fingers unconsciously touching its heart.
That portrait is a blessing, and also like someone's resolve: even if broken wings no longer belong to the sky, the direction they will fall is still towards the stars—
A clear, melodious bird song, tinged with a slight tremor, rang out unexpectedly in her palm.
She looked down and saw that the broken-winged Melodi-Dove in the painting had materialized, its slightly warm weight gently landing in her outstretched palm.
The stars I'm about to travel to are all so unfamiliar; not a single one is familiar to me.
A stream of light, like the softest veil, rose from the palm of the Robin, gently enveloping the tiny creature.
Soothed by this warm current, the little Melodi-Dove with its broken wing tentatively, with a newfound courage, gently flapped its injured wings.
"But as long as you remain here gazing at them—"
"Those unfamiliar stars... will also become the homeland where we reunite."
Miraculously, stardust-like specks of light sprouted from the broken feather of the Melodi-Dove, coalescing into ethereal yet powerful new feathers.
With a joyful cry, the bird whose wings had been broken by fate finally broke free of its shackles and soared once more freely and gracefully beneath the starry sky built of Remembrance and emotions.
Starlight outlines a silhouette: Robin holding its fledgling in its hands, facing the dawn that is about to rise on the distant horizon.
On Sunday, he turned his back to her and stepped alone into the deep, boundless expanse behind him, leading to the stars.
An even more exciting story awaits them.
The Robin only snapped back to reality when the last glimmer of starlight faded along the path the pigeon had taken.
She turned around abruptly, and the figure of the Dreamweaver who called himself ' Wanweike ' had already vanished like morning mist, leaving only a faint, cool breath in the air.
"So you can't even bear to say goodbye in the end? Maybe I'm stronger than you think..."
The Robin casts its gaze toward the direction where Sunday departs and the stars shine.
She channeled her lingering longing into a soft murmur, which drifted away on the wind:
"On your journey, be sure to try to make things easier for yourself..."
"... elder brother."
The warm yellow light of the milk tea shop was left behind; the door clicked softly, shutting out the sweet aroma from inside.
On Sunday, standing on the deserted street in the chilly night, I looked up at the starry sky and sighed deeply.
"It doesn't seem like a perfect farewell," Welt remarked from the side.
"That's enough. I just wanted to stay quietly by her side for a while."
"This farewell should end..." he murmured, as if making a final confirmation.
Then, Sunday turned to Welt, his tone sincere:
"But before we depart, Mr. Welt, I would like to ask you one more question."
"I'm Curiosity, why did you become an Nameless?" Sunday gazed at the composed and reliable Nameless before him.
Why are you suddenly asking this?
"I've always had this feeling that you wouldn't abandon anyone in need. Traveling with you along the way has only strengthened my belief in that."
"At this very moment, countless worlds in the heavens await the arrival of the Astral Express. Yet you linger here, solely for the sake of a notorious fugitive."
"The original meaning of ' Trailblaze ' is to move forward, not to stop, but you devote your time to a bunch of passersby and think that this is... perfectly natural?"
"I don't think so. The [ Clockmaker ] made the same choice," Welt said.
"But he also bid farewell to the train because of this, and never again walked among the stars in his life."
"Not all journeys lead to the stars; even after leaving the train, some Trailblaze endeavors continue."
Welt stepped forward, his figure appearing exceptionally steady and reliable. "You could say that ' Nameless ' is never a title for a person."
"Everyone has different opinions on this path, and we will do our best as long as conditions permit."
"And what I'm Trailblaze isn't the unknown world, but every living person under this starry sky."
"The name [ Welt ] represents [the world] in my hometown."
Welt pushed up his glasses again, the lenses reflecting the light of the stars and lamplight.
"It symbolizes that each person is a world unto themselves, their potential no different from the distant stars. The connections we forge among people are the most precious gain I've made on my journey."
"This is my path of Trailblaze, and this is why I've stayed here."
He looked directly into Sunday's seeking golden eyes and gave the final answer:
"I've said before that I left my hometown in a similar rush, so I understand how you feel now."
"I also know that only when a person is determined to say goodbye to the past can he truly face his entire self."