At the edge of the universe,
a train travels through the cracks of time,
it carries countless names,
and also carries a shadow called “Sunday”.
He is not the light given to him,
but the flame he ignites from the fragments.
The list of materials is his shadow,
one cold name after another,
the fragments of thoughts, the remnants of impressions, the broken mirrors of desires–
they are like fragments of stars,
telling unknown stories in silence.
The levels of breakthrough are
his silent cry,
level 20, level 30…
that is his confrontation with darkness,
that is his search for self,
with 65 illusions of a chord,
with 380,000 credit points,
the will piled up.
The materials of his tracks are countless lonely notes,
space bars, music from the sky, footprints of fate–
they are all silent languages,
writing his past and future.
Three million credit points are the price of this journey, the weight of loneliness, and the pillar of faith.
Every upgrade of skills is a struggle against time.
Fragments of thoughts and notes in the clouds are interwoven into a battle poem in him.
His light cone, “Flight Back to Earth”, is not just a weapon, but a metaphor of homecoming.
From flying in the stars, falling into the real land,
the stacking of materials is the trajectory of his slow descent.
All these materials are not just numbers and props, but proof of his existence,
the footprints of his walking on the Star Dome Railway.
And you, as a pioneer,
in the dark side of this endless universe,
silently pave the way for him and light up his direction.
The deposit on the Treabar platform is not a simple transaction, but a silent contract between you and him.
In the boundless sea of stars,
let him become the light that pierces the darkness,
and become the Sunday that never goes out in your heart.