The 2.7 version update is coming, and the track of Star Dome Railway extends in the dark night, passing through those silent fractures and gaps. The new characters Sunday and SP Tingyun, these two names are like hidden fire, struggling to emerge in the void, but they seem to be able to dissipate at any time and turn into faint ashes.
Sunday, the imaginary character with the same fate, his existence is like a fragment forgotten by time, suspended on the edge of memory. The story of Penaconia is covered by layers of fog, and his figure is looming in it. He does not belong to light, nor to darkness, but just floats between the two, like a cloud of obscure smoke. The combat skills and strength have not yet been revealed, and the sense of secrecy is like an unfinished dream, broken and shattered, making people wander in desire and confusion.
And SP Tingyun, the fire attribute of the void fate, her image is entangled by the legend of the nine-tailed fox, mysterious and dangerous. Her return is not a bright rebirth, but a raging flame from the cracks, carrying anxiety and regret, and streaking a cruel light in the interstellar darkness. Her story is an unfinished chapter, an indelible trace, and the remaining heat after being torn apart by reality. The flames are burning, but they seem to be slowly corroding everything.
The two are like shadows on the Star Dome Railway, intertwined. The cold silence of Sunday makes people feel suffocated, like the dead silence of the deep sea; the flames of Tingyun are dazzling and piercing, like the scream of a sharp blade cutting through the night. There is no warmth or comfort between them, only estrangement and distance. The choice of drawing cards has become a struggle between darkness and fire, an entanglement of desire, and a torture of self-cognition.
The update of this version is like an examination of existence. It is not a simple joy, but a latent pain. Players are no longer just participants in the game, but more like secret bystanders, piecing together a vague picture from countless fragments, but always being cut by the sharpness of the fragments themselves.
The railway extends, darkness spreads, and the boundary between light and shadow blurs. Sunday and SP Tingyun, their names and fates are intertwined, becoming an unspeakable metaphor. It was a silent war, about life, about nothingness, about the incomplete self. Every choice is a tear in the heart, an inevitable pain.
On this Star Dome Railway, loneliness is like a layer of mist, covering everything. And the flames and coldness are the only guides on this road. There is no tenderness, no hope, only the endless darkness and faint light.
We see them, but we can’t touch them; we approach, but we are far away. Just like the forgotten dream, drifting in the cracks of time, it can never be complete. The Star Dome Railway is waiting, waiting for those travelers who dare to face nothingness and flames, and walk into the unknown abyss with broken hearts.