Just as Star was enjoying her companions' smiles—
The world's sense of reality began to peel away.
Colors and outlines dissolved into a blank void. Her vision blurred at terrifying speed; the chatter in her ears stretched into a warped, distorted hum—until it snapped into silence.
Star suddenly felt the ground vanish beneath her feet, as if she'd been dropped into a bottomless abyss.
As she fell, her eyes drifted upward toward what had been the sky.
The fireworks bursting overhead twisted and rearranged themselves—until they formed a face she knew all too well.
"Hey, sis—finally awake?"
The sharp, icy sting of disinfectant replaced the warm, smoky festival air from the dream.
Star jolted upright on a narrow cot.
The sudden movement whistled through the air—she nearly headbutted Sampo's nose clean off, a little delayed revenge for the Astral Express.
But Sampo was Sampo.
Years of being chased to hell and back by the Silvermane Guards weren't for nothing.
In that fraction of a second, his waist twisted in an absurd, eel-like motion, and he slid back half a step.
Star's headbutt skimmed past his nose by a hair's breadth.
"Whew!" Sampo clutched his chest dramatically, wearing a fake, heartfelt look of relief.
"Seeing you this lively, sis—old Sampo's heart can finally drop back where it belongs!"
Star panted, her heart still hammering like it wanted out of her ribs. She shook her throbbing head until her focus returned, then scanned the room.
A cramped space soaked in disinfectant and old wood. The lighting was dim—just a few cheap wall lamps casting a yellow haze.
Firefly—her "skyfall childhood friend" from the dream—sat stiffly on a tiny stool, hands anxiously twisting the hem of her clothes.
Her pale cheeks were faintly red. She kept her head down, desperately avoiding March 7th's suspicious stare—those big eyes narrowed into an exaggerated, lopsided glare.
On Firefly's other side, Dan Heng stood with arms folded, expression calm, but his gaze just as sharp.
At the far end of the room, Bronya and Seele seemed locked in a heated argument. Their voices were deliberately low, but the emotion underneath was unmistakable. Bronya's brow was knotted; Seele had her arms crossed and her chin lifted. The air between them crackled like unseen sparks.
Natasha sat on the edge of the bed, holding little Hook.
Hook was sleeping soundly—mouth curled into a goofy grin, mumbling something like "guh-heh-heh," a bright string of drool sliding from her lips as she dreamed.
Nearby, the Moles' kids—Julian and another child—sat very still, eyes unblinking as they watched their boss sleep.
Star took it all in, then looked back at the only person who seemed completely relaxed—Sampo.
She rubbed her still-aching temples, voice hoarse from waking up.
"Okay… what happened? Why am I here? And that just now… was it a dream?"
That year—those vivid memories—were they all just… a dream?
"I'll explain, Star."
Dan Heng's voice was low and steady as he walked toward the bed.
Star caught it—just for an instant—what looked like the tiniest upward twitch at the corner of his lips. So quick it almost felt like an illusion.
"…You smiled?" Star blurted out, genuinely shocked.
Dan Heng's step stalled. A flash of rare embarrassment flickered across his face.
If you tallied up Dan Heng's life before joining the Express, it was basically a long-running tragedy.
He'd been born into the cold darkness of the Shackling Prison, locked away for who-knew-how-many grim centuries, told from the start that he carried sins from a past life and that he deserved every second of it.
Then came exile—drifting endlessly across the stars.
He did whatever he had to just to survive: mercenary work, corporate contracts… nothing ever lasted.
Because there was always that madman named Blade, who treated "hunting Dan Heng" as his sole reason for existing—a three-step routine of eat, sleep, and beat up Dan Heng.
(Okay, fine—Blade would probably say eating and sleeping were optional.)
Blade wasn't stronger than him—not with the power of Imbibitor Lunae in Dan Heng's veins—but every time Dan Heng drew on that strength, shards of his past surged into his head like bone-deep parasites. A history he desperately wanted to escape.
Even worse: no matter how many times Dan Heng defeated Blade—even killed him—that immortal lunatic would claw his way back, again and again, like a recurring nightmare.
But the strange dream just now had filled a gap in Dan Heng's broken life with a soft, warm color.
A simple, peaceful, even boring life: going to school, going home, messing around with peers, worrying about trivial things that had nothing to do with survival…
The everyday normalcy that ordinary people took for granted had felt painfully real in the dream.
And even after waking, the aftertaste lingered—strong enough that if Dan Heng didn't clamp down, that unfamiliar warmth would keep trying to crawl up onto his lips.
"Do you remember we were being chased by Bronya?" Dan Heng asked, tone even, ignoring Star's question and cutting straight to business.
Star nodded and swung her legs off the bed.
She flexed her stiff joints, confirmed she wasn't hurt, and tried to recall the last clear image she had.
"I remember… we all got played. Sampo's stupid smoke bomb dropped us."
She shot a glare at the culprit.
"Yes, sis, and at the crucial moment it was me, your old pal Sampo, who saved you!" Sampo puffed up proudly, face screaming praise me.
"I was not praising you," Star sighed.
Dan Heng continued, "After we were knocked out, Sampo carried the three of us—and Bronya—down to the Underworld."
Star nodded again. Yesterday, while wandering Belobog, they'd already learned the basics of the split between the Overworld and the Underworld.
"But," Dan Heng said, shifting his tone.
"Sampo quickly realized we weren't waking up normally. So he went to Doctor Natasha and moved us to her clinic. Natasha's initial assessment was that we needed time to recover. And then…"
His gaze moved to Firefly—who looked like she wanted to shrink into her stool.
"This girl, who calls herself Firefly, claimed she has a special ability that lets her enter other people's dreams. She volunteered to enter your dream and try to wake you."
"And then her power went boom—and dragged everyone in the room into the same dream!"
March 7th instantly snatched the spotlight. Hands on hips, she took a step toward Firefly, face tight as she tried to project intimidation.
"Star! You have to stay alert! The way she deliberately disguised herself as your childhood friend in the dream—this is suspicious as hell! I'm telling you, she wasn't trying to wake you. She was trying to isolate you for a two-person world, cram your head full of fake sweet memories, and pull some kind of memory-implant trick!"
With March's absolute verdict hanging in the air, Firefly lowered her head until it was nearly buried in her chest.
She shifted slightly, letting out a faint little whimper like a soaked stray animal—making no effort to argue.
Star was stunned.
Hey—hey! You're supposed to deny it!
This "default admission" vibe is way too suspicious!
But seeing Firefly like that, the warmth from the dream surged back into Star's chest. Her heart softened.
Star cleared her throat and tried to defend Firefly.
"Uh… March, I mean… you had fun in the dream too, didn't you?"
She tried to catch March with her own logic.
"…Well…" March faltered, her stern expression collapsing instantly. Her presence shrank a full size.
She looked away, voice dropping into embarrassed mumbling.
"I-it was… okay. You know… I'm missing memories, right? The dream… if I really had a past like that, it kinda… wouldn't be so bad…"
Her voice got smaller and smaller, ending in a sigh—regretful.
"Only thing is… I didn't get to take photos as souvenirs…"
The moment she said it, Firefly—like she'd been waiting—whipped out a thick stack from her pocket.
She lifted her head a little, timidly held them out, and silently offered them.
The top one was unmistakable:
All six of them in yukata, in front of a shrine under blazing fireworks—Star and Firefly arm-in-arm, smiling bright; March laughing and flashing a V; Dan Heng looking calm but with the faintest smile; Bronya smiling politely; Seele turned sideways with her usual cool edge.
Below that were March's beach shots of "spicy big-sis" pictures; then photos of the four of them in school uniforms around town; then their "Open Trail Game Club" room…
March's eyes went wide.
In one motion, she snatched the photos, hugged them like treasure, and stuffed them into her small bag so fast only afterimages remained.
Then she looked up. The accusatory expression was gone—replaced by righteous heroism.
She cleared her throat and announced with full, booming conviction:
"However! All things considered! As Star's skyfall childhood friend, I, March 7th, guarantee with my honor that Firefly is absolutely not a bad person!"
She thumped her chest.
Dan Heng watched the scene and sighed silently, helpless at the total lack of principles—
But he didn't object.
That photo—him smiling under the fireworks—held a peace he'd never seen in any reflection of himself.
The impact ran deep enough to shake his usual guard.
He couldn't deny the comfort the dream had given him.
Even so, his eyes returned to Firefly—still evaluating.
"This isn't a normal dream. It can bring physical objects out of the dream itself…" Dan Heng murmured, thinking.
"What Path is this? Memory? Something adjacent?"
Star grabbed a different point.
"Wait. In the dream, it felt like a whole year. How much time passed in reality?"
"Excellent question, my friend! And it shall be answered by the great Sampo Koski!"
Sampo strutted forward again and somehow produced a small pocket watch, checking it like a professional.
"From the moment everyone fell into the dream, about ten minutes passed before the esteemed Doctor Natasha woke up first—strong will, truly admirable! Then within about a minute, everyone else opened their eyes one after another, like you'd all planned it. And you, my dear friend, slept a full three minutes longer after Natasha woke up. You were out cold."
Star froze.
How did he know that so precisely?
Then she remembered a key detail from the dream:
She'd seen March, Dan Heng, Bronya, Seele—even little Hook.
But there'd been one person with zero presence the entire time:
Sampo.
Only at the very last second—right before waking—did the fireworks twist into his face and snap into reality.
"You weren't pulled into the dream?" Star demanded.
"Haha!" Sampo spread his hands, teeth flashing.
"Maybe I've messed with these little gadgets for so long that my body's built up immunity. I did wipe out and smack my head—hurt like hell—but my mind stayed clear! I didn't pass out."
Star remembered how this guy could stroll through his own nightmare-grade smoke bombs like he owned the place. Her mouth twitched.
"…Sure. The human body is truly mysterious," she muttered.
"So only ten-something minutes passed in reality, but it felt like a year," Star said, still stunned. She looked at Firefly with honest awe.
"And you can bring memories—photos—out too? Firefly, that's insane."
Hearing Star's praise, Firefly's tense little face relaxed slightly. She scratched her cheek, smiling shyly with a hint of dumb sweetness.
"Hehe…"
Dan Heng shook his head, calm as ever.
"Not a full year of actual experienced time. Star—think carefully. Do you have any clear memory of learning real content in class? Any specific lessons? Teachers' faces?"
Star blinked, then dug hard into her mind.
Classroom scenes floated up…
But in those scenes, she was either whispering and sharing snacks with March—
Or gaming with Firefly on a handheld, buttons clicking like machine-gun fire.
The teacher's voice existed only as a distant background hum. Knowledge points that should've stuck in her head slid off like water off a duck's back, leaving nothing.
Wait—what did the teacher look like?
Star jolted, trying to picture the figure at the chalkboard—
A blurred face. Warped light. Like looking through thick fog.
And the other classmates?
Aside from their group, there were people in the room—moving shapes—
But if she tried to focus, they became nothing but muddy outlines.
A chill crawled up Star's spine.
"Whoa—!"
Star sucked in a sharp breath. Her face went pale. Goosebumps erupted across her arms.
This dream just turned horrifying out of nowhere!
Dan Heng nodded, confirming what she'd discovered.
"You noticed it. The dream was full of these deliberate blurs and omissions. But inside it, like in any normal dream, we didn't question them. Some unseen force guided our minds to ignore the gaps. That enforced cognitive blind spot is the truly terrifying part."
He paused, then continued.
"And those gaps aren't impossible to patch. If you pull enough people into the same dream, you can use more minds—more memories—as material and structural support to build deeper relationships, more detailed backgrounds. The world would become more and more 'real,' almost impossible to pick apart."
He looked directly at Firefly.
"Am I right?"
Under his sharp gaze, Firefly stiffened. She hesitated, then admitted quietly:
"…Maybe. I only awakened this power yesterday. Today was my first time trying to use it… so it went out of control."
She lowered her head, guilt heavy in her voice.
"First use. Loss of control is understandable," Dan Heng said, accepting that explanation with a small nod—though he didn't fully drop his guard.
"If those are objective, technical flaws, there's also a subjective, emotional flaw."
He swept his gaze around the room, pausing on Star and March.
"Because the dream's builder—Firefly—projected her personal desires into it, we experienced almost exclusively happy segments: fireworks, summer beaches, games…"
"The dull, exhausting, painful processes—exam prep, academic pressure, messy social friction—were skipped or compressed."
"Time advanced in jumps. A sufficiently cold, alert dreamer could use that discontinuity as a starting point for suspicion."
Dan Heng's breakdown made it clear: by the later half of the dream, his logic had already sensed something was wrong.
He'd stayed silent anyway.
Because he'd watched his friends smile so freely, without weight—and he'd chosen to close his eyes and let the false warmth flow.
Star, meanwhile, immediately tossed the horror aside and gave Firefly a thumbs-up with pure relief.
"Nice work, Firefly! Exams are way too cruel for a baby like me who was born, like, five minutes ago! Skipping them was the correct choice!"
March slapped a hand to her forehead.
"Unbelievable… You solve everything by pretending to be young, huh?"
At that moment, March, Star, and Dan Heng—like they'd rehearsed—shifted positions, forming a loose triangle around Firefly, still sitting on her stool.
March planted her hands on her hips and played "chief interrogator."
"All right, Miss Firefly. Leniency if you confess! Tell us your background and your purpose—no hiding!"
"Confess!" Star instantly echoed like an enthusiastic minion.
March shot her a glare and continued.
"You've got a power this crazy. Why are you hanging around little old Jarilo-VI instead of going big across the galaxy?"
March's eyes glittered with curiosity.
Star almost echoed again, then caught herself.
"Hey! Star! Stop repeating me!" March snapped, stomping, then punched Star lightly.
"You're ruining the vibe!"
Star scratched her nose awkwardly.
"I'm just… preventing it from getting too serious."
March immediately put on an overdramatic, teary expression, pointing at Firefly as if accusing Star.
"Waaah… Star! You've changed! Now that you've got a skyfall childhood friend, you're abandoning your current teammates! You're siding with an outsider to sabotage me?"
She covered her face and shook her shoulders—ridiculous acting, maximum effect.
Star was about to argue, but Firefly moved first.
She lifted her head. Those clear eyes instantly filled with a glossy mist. Her lashes trembled. Her voice turned soft, fragile—perfectly timed.
"Star… March 7th… I'm sorry, it's all my fault… I made you argue…"
Star's heart took a critical hit. That dream-warmth surged back, and she looked at Firefly with genuine feeling.
"Firefly…"
March's forehead vein popped.
This girl—she'd been timid five seconds ago.
But the second Star was involved, she went full tea-drama mode.
Where did she learn that?!
Before the chaos could spiral further, Dan Heng stepped forward, rubbing his brow, and physically inserted himself between March and Firefly.
His voice was steady, carrying the weight of an ending.
"Firefly. Tell us who you really are and why you're here. No more dodging."
His gaze was direct, sharp—like it pierced through masks.
The clinic fell silent at once. Only Hook's faint snoring remained, along with Natasha's soft, rhythmic patting.
Even Bronya and Seele's argument had stopped at some point. Everyone looked at Firefly.
Firefly's fragile innocence drained away like a receding tide.
She drew a slow breath and straightened her spine. The timidity vanished, replaced by calm, grounded composure.
She looked around the room, then fixed her eyes on Star's confused, concerned face.
"My real identity," she said clearly, her voice steady in the small clinic, "is a Stellaron Hunter—Sam."
"Stellaron Hunter?" Three voices overlapped, each with different emotion.
Star's mind flashed to the first woman she'd seen when she woke in Herta Space Station—Kafka's mysterious smile.
Dan Heng's pupils shrank sharply. He thought of the madman who'd haunted half his life—Blade.
And March… was just fascinated and happy to yell along.
Firefly continued, cutting through their reactions with her next line.
"Also…"
Her eyes stayed on Star.
"Star used to be a Stellaron Hunter too."
"You're a Stellaron Hunter?!" Dan Heng and March snapped their heads toward Star at the same time.
Star pointed at her own nose.
"I'm a Stellaron Hunter?!" she repeated—and realized she wasn't even that shocked.
Kafka and Silver Wolf had literally orchestrated her birth; the possibility had always been there.
After a short stunned pause, she scratched her head and asked the most Star question imaginable:
"Then why'd you wipe my memory and dump me at Herta Space Station? Did the Stellaron Hunters do performance reviews? Was I always last place, so I got fired?"
March's mouth twitched. Dan Heng's sternness softened for a microscopic moment.
Firefly got choked by the logic and shook her head quickly.
"No. We don't do performance reviews. I only know it was part of Elio's script. The details…"
She spread her hands, honest.
"I don't really pay attention to that stuff, so I don't know."
March whipped out her phone and started tapping furiously, then looked up, frowning.
"Wait—this is weird. The IPC's public bounty list for the Stellaron Hunters doesn't have your name on it, Star."
Dan Heng added something heavier.
"Elio," he said, voice grave. "In IPC internal intelligence, they call him the 'Slave of Fate.' A prophet who can see the future."
He looked back to Firefly.
"So you showed up on Jarilo because Elio ordered you here—to push the future he saw?"
That was the most logical conclusion.
The air tightened again, everyone waiting for her answer.
Firefly shook her head—decisive.
"No. I rarely care about Elio's detailed plans. Most of the time, he just gives me a time and a location, tells me to be there, and then lets me do whatever I want. He doesn't interfere."
Dan Heng nodded slowly.
"He understands each of you completely—your personality, your habits, your style. He only needs to place you at the critical coordinates at the critical time. The gears of fate turn the way he saw, without complicated instructions that could fail."
Firefly nodded.
"And according to Elio's original script, the Stellaron Hunters weren't supposed to interfere with your Jarilo-VI journey."
Her voice softened slightly as she mimicked a lazy, affectionate tone:
"In Kafka's words: 'This is Star-baby's first real trailblazing journey, so there's no need to meddle.'"
"Hmph!" March immediately snapped, offended, like a cat whose tail got stepped on.
"That Kafka—she's got some nerve!"
She grabbed Star's arm tightly, pressing herself against her like a proclamation of ownership, baring her teeth at the air.
"She can call her Star-baby all she wants—Star isn't with you anymore! She's an important member of the Astral Express!"
Dan Heng didn't speak, but his small nod clearly supported March's stance.
Firefly looked helpless and innocent, shrugging.
"If you want to declare that to someone… you should say it to Kafka herself."
Then her expression sharpened. Her voice lowered.
"But that was the old situation. Now, everything's different."
Everyone's attention snapped back.
"You've seen it, right?" Firefly lifted her gaze, as if looking through the clinic roof into the sky.
"That huge black mirror in the sky."
Star, March, and Dan Heng exchanged a look—each saw the same gravity in the others' eyes.
The sudden appearance of that eerie black mirror over Jarilo-VI was their biggest mystery.
"You know what it is?" Dan Heng pressed.
Firefly nodded solemnly.
"To explain that, I have to start with the Stellaron Hunters' real purpose."
She dropped a deeper layer of truth.
"Our ultimate goal is to help this universe cross the destined End."
"End?" Star and March echoed, both blank with confusion.
The concept was too vast, too abstract.
But Dan Heng's pupils contracted sharply—he understood the weight those words carried.
Firefly continued without slowing.
"There are countless ways the universe can be destroyed. 'The End' refers to those terminal outcomes that erase all possibilities. Every Stellaron Hunter corresponds to a specific End-scenario. We exist as the final barrier against our corresponding End."
She paused, then looked down at her open palm.
"For example, me. I walk the Path of Propagation. When the End called Nihility devours all existence and deletes all meaning, I will be the universe's last lifeform—standing against that void until the end."
The information hit like a meteor.
March looked lost, clinging tighter to Star.
Star frowned, trying to digest words like "End," "Propagation," and "fighting Nihility."
Dan Heng alone looked sharpened to a blade, as if scattered puzzle pieces inside his head had clicked into place.
"…So that's it," Dan Heng murmured, a tremor of realization in his low voice. Then he pointed straight to the core issue.
"But what does that have to do with the mirror in the sky?"
"A variable appeared," Firefly said quietly, as if speaking about something terrifying.
"Kafka contacted an existence from beyond this universe."
"Beyond the universe?!" Even Dan Heng looked genuinely shocked.
Star and March both sucked in breath.
Firefly nodded, reverent.
"Yes. To that existence, creating an Aeon is no more difficult than lifting a hand. And what it's truly best at… is reshaping the universe."
She searched for a simpler analogy.
"Think of it as time reversal—resetting the universe's progress back to a chosen node."
The clinic went dead silent.
Creating Aeons. Reshaping the universe. Rewinding time.
Each phrase shattered common sense like glass.
Natasha's hand, mid-pat on Hook's back, stalled.
Bronya and Seele looked stunned beyond words.
Firefly continued, breaking the suffocating silence.
"Because this variable is large enough to derail every script… Elio decided that in this iteration, the Stellaron Hunters will no longer actively push any plan. He's devoting everything to observing and analyzing the chain reactions this variable causes—like the impact of the mirror."
Her eyes returned to Star.
"And Elio suggested I appear here. He said this would be the fastest way to get closer to Star-baby."
A long silence followed.
March's face shifted completely—no jokes left.
She shuffled, inch by inch, toward Dan Heng, as if his calm could shield her from the cosmic-scale insanity she'd just heard.
She leaned in and whispered—quietly enough that she thought it was private, loudly enough that everyone could sort of hear:
"Dan Heng… did you understand any of that?"
Her eyes were pure confusion.
Star leaned in too, voice low and worried:
"Yeah, Dan Heng… what's going on? Can we trust Firefly?"
Dan Heng sank into a long, heavy silence.
His brow locked tight. His gaze deepened. Information collided and recombined in his head—analysis, inference, possible scenarios.
Seconds crawled. The pressure in the clinic climbed.
Finally, he raised his head. His gaze was no longer as sharp and hostile.
He looked first at March and Star, then back to Firefly.
"Based on what we know so far—and… the fact that she hasn't shown us concrete hostility," he said carefully, clearly accounting for the dream's influence as well, "I believe Firefly can be trusted for now."
March and Star exhaled almost at the same time.
"But," Dan Heng added immediately, voice still cautious, "the specifics—especially anything involving the mirror, the End, and 'an outside variable'—are too large and too far beyond common sense. We need Mr. Welt and Ms. Himeko to assess this with their experience."
"…Right," March nodded hard, and in an instant her serious face melted back into her usual bright cheer.
"Whew—say that earlier! You scared me!"
She bounced forward, eyes sparkling, grinning at Firefly.
"Then welcome to our little squad—temporarily! Forget the complicated stuff—right now we're teammates!"
And before Firefly could even react, March lunged like an overexcited puppy and wrapped her in a huge, warm, full-body hug.
March's logic was simple:
She'd already accepted this girl—this dream-friend who'd shared so much laughter with them.
Stellaron Hunters. Cosmic Ends. Universe variables… too distant.
She trusted what she'd personally felt: Firefly's warmth and sincerity in the dream.
Her earlier interrogation had mostly been her grabbing the "bad cop" role to stop Dan Heng from escalating into a fight.
Star, of course, was even simpler.
Firefly was her skyfall childhood friend.
Star jumped in a beat later and hugged too, voice bright.
"Welcome!"
Dan Heng watched the three of them—hugged together—eyes narrowing with helplessness.
He shook his head slightly.
And yet… at the corner of his mouth, there seemed to be the faintest trace of a smile.
He'd already seen where March and Star's hearts leaned.
And honestly—was he any different?
He, too, had been deeply affected by that dream.
That subconscious closeness and trust toward Firefly wasn't exclusive to March and Star.
He was simply used to letting reason crush emotion—used to being the one who kept a cold, objective posture.
Even his conclusion that Firefly was "trustworthy for now" wasn't based purely on analysis.
That implanted goodwill from the dream mattered—more than he wanted to admit.
And that…
Was that also within Elio's foresight?
The thought surfaced uninvited.
"Slave of Fate"… no exaggeration.
Dan Heng drew a slow breath and forced the chaos down.
Even if Firefly could be trusted for now, the Astral Express never made decisions on heat, impulse, or vague fondness. They needed the veterans—needed real judgment.
One priority was now painfully obvious:
They had to bring this world-shaking information back to the Astral Express as soon as possible.
A phone call would lose detail. Some things could only be verified face to face.
Dan Heng's gaze shifted toward the corner—toward Bronya and Seele, still reeling from the shock.
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