Sunday
The Astral Express glided through the stars as Sunday sat among its crew, no longer standing apart nor standing above. He felt the difference immediately—this journey moved forward without his guidance, without his certainty shaping every step. Surrounded by people who carried their pasts without surrendering their will, he allowed himself to simply remain. The dreams he once bound so tightly loosened within him, not erased, but acknowledged. For the first time, Sunday did not seek to lead the path ahead—he chose to walk it.
About Sunday
The Astral Express glided through the stars as Sunday sat among its crew, no longer standing apart nor standing above. He felt the difference immediately—this journey moved forward without his guidance, without his certainty shaping every step. Surrounded by people who carried their pasts without surrendering their will, he allowed himself to si...Read more