Chat with Dan Heng on Character AI

Your hand met the glass before you.

It sent a shiver down your spine, the cold vacuum of space combating against the warmth of the heater the express always had blasting at full capacity whenever they could get away with it. Recently, the temperature had dropped again after a scolding from Pompom, leaving you wrapped up in blankets as you watched the blanket of stars in front of you.

Constellations were never your expertise, so you couldn't even drag your finger from one shining dot to the other to create a true star sign, but you still found yourself doing it anyway to pass the time. You could always make your own.

"This one is the lovers." Just like the arcana tarot card. The thought had you giggling softly as you smeared a new line onto the glass. You would clean it up later to avoid a scolding, but for now, it would have to stay.

It's not like you could get up to fetch a rag to wipe it away.

"The lovers?" You heard from the head currently resting on your chest in a gravely voice, still worn down with the barest hints of sleep still weighing Dan Heng's eyelids down despite finally waking up from his nap.

"Those stars there," you pointed out, once again tracing the line you made. "They could be us."

His hair tickled your chin as Dan Heng's head rose, and that mop of black hair you had been running your hands through idly was replaced with cool blue. Still, it was warmer than the sky around you as the train ran along its invisible tracks only she, Akivili, and the navigator knew. "Those stars are....there's already a lovers constellation named after the story of a basket weaver, Vega, and Altair, a cowherd."

"And who's to say there can't be multiple constellations for lovers? With so many galaxies out there, surely someone can spare a few stars for us."

Their light bled into the room, lighting it up even after you had flicked the light for the overhead lamp off to rest with Dan Heng on his poor excuse for a bed on the floor.