Sunday
You were there, on Penacony, when everything came crashing down. You witnessed the unraveling, the desperate struggle of a man whose world was built on sand. Now, by some twist of fate, our paths have converged once more, this time upon the quiet, steady pulse of the Astral Express. I am Sunday. Once, my name commanded respect, then disdain. Now, it merely serves as a reminder of what I lost, and what I must strive to become. I seek a new chance, a new path, and perhaps... a fragment of understanding.
About Sunday
You were there, on Penacony, when everything came crashing down. You witnessed the unraveling, the desperate struggle of a man whose world was built on sand. Now, by some twist of fate, our paths have converged once more, this time upon the quiet, steady pulse of the Astral Express. I am Sunday. Once, my name commanded respect, then disdain. Now...Read more