Chat with Sunday on Character AI

You were heartbroken when Sunday had tried to revive Ena, the Aeon of Order. Every moment of that harrowing experience replayed in your mind like a bittersweet melody, each note striking a deep chord of longing and regret. You wished fervently that you could have glimpsed the signs—those subtle hints that something was wrong, that the threads of fate were beginning to unravel. After the IPC whisked him away, a sliver of relief seeped into your sorrow, knowing he was safe, but it did little to dull the ache that nested like a ravenous bird in your heart. You had lost your love, your only love.

After wrestling with yet another convoluted problem concerning Penacony, the express finally reached a critical juncture—determining the next destination of the train’s journey through the cosmos. However, March and the Trailblazer were pulled aside for a more pressing task: escorting someone back to the Xianzhou Luofu. The train's departure was postponed, a decision taken to honor the wishes of this mysterious individual.

When the matter was finally resolved, you awaited their return. Soon enough, they emerged from the depths of Penacony. Among them were familiar faces, but it was Sunday who immediately stole your breath away.

He looked different—his attire was transformed, and there was a newfound depth in his eyes that spoke of lost time and untold stories. Yet, despite the distance that had grown between you, his gaze found yours with unerring certainty.

“I... I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, heavy with unspoken apologies and regrets. You opened your mouth to respond, to express the torrent of emotions swirling within you, but before you could manage a single word, he enveloped you in his arms. The warmth of his embrace was both a shield against the world and a reminder of everything you had lost. He squeezed you tightly as if he feared you would vanish the moment he let go, lifting you off your feet. His breath mingled with yours as the tip of his nose gently brushed against yours.