"So that's how it is. Then the observation deck would be a great choice. From there, you can see the entirety of Penacony." Robin paused deliberately. "Distance makes some things more beautiful."
[I can understand that Little Bird is hinting at Sunday, right?]
[She definitely knows his identity—no need to guess.]
[I always feel like every line between the siblings is loaded with meaning, but I have no proof.]
Sunday seemed to understand something as well and let out a soft breath.
"Miss Robin, before the performance begins, may I stay here and watch the stars with you?"
"Of course. You're being too polite—it should be me making the request. This is the Dreamweaving Frontier; the Dreamweavers are its true masters."
Oneweek nodded silently, said nothing, and left the area.
...
Sunday and Robin leaned their arms on the railing, looking up at the sky together.
"Speaking of which, these stars feel somewhat unfamiliar. Not a single one is recognizable. It makes one uneasy."
Robin asked, "What makes you uneasy? Is it the vastness of the sky, or the unknown?"
"Perhaps both. Although the Stellaron disaster didn't cause any actual damage, many guests still chose to check out, leaving the hotel quite deserted.
I wonder what tomorrow holds for Penacony—I hope it won't affect Miss Robin's life."
"Thank you, I'm fine. By a twist of fate, this disaster let me see many things from the past and clarify a lot about the future." Robin gave a faint smile. "The only real regret is that some words went unsaid."
[Oof, these siblings are killing my stomach.]
[What a tragic pair of siblings!]
[Actually, Robin is far, far stronger than Sunday imagines.]
[Her being strong doesn't mean she doesn't need protection.]
—
"Did the person you were talking to leave?" Sunday asked knowingly.
"Mm. He left in a hurry, without even saying goodbye."
Sunday smiled gently, offering comfort. "True feelings don't need much embellishment—perhaps your intentions already reached him."
"But when you want to encourage someone, you still have to put in a bit more effort, don't you?"
"If I may ask, who is the person you wish to encourage…?"
Robin looked up at the sky. "Someone who has just experienced failure and is about to set off on a long journey."
"There are many such people in Penacony. For Dreamchasers, failure is like the sunset—it comes every day.
With their resilience, I believe one smile from Miss Robin would be enough for them to start over."
"But that person is different. He's much stronger than most, so people get the illusion that even if he falls, he'll stand up faster than anyone else."
[Sunday's speaking so cautiously, yet his old habits slip through unintentionally.]
[I remember a saying: The farthest distance in the world is when you're right beside me, yet I can't acknowledge you.]
[Being so close makes it hurt even more.]
—
Sunday's expression turned somewhat sorrowful. "Are you saying that's not the case?"
"He won't. Before standing up… he'll hesitate over whether it's even right, and torment himself over it for a long time."
Sunday turned his head; the camera lingered carefully on the lower half of his face. "For people like that, perhaps failure isn't such a bad thing. Reflection is a precious quality."
[It hurts… it hurts so much!]
[Is Sunday about to cry?]
[Robin's words struck right into Sunday's heart.]
[Honestly, this is kind of nice. They see through each other without saying it outright—both can finally speak words they normally wouldn't dare to.]
[I feel the same.]
—
Robin gave a faint smile. "Maybe that's true, but I still hope that person doesn't change."
"Why?"
"Because I believe in the version of him in my memories. In that failure, he may have used the wrong methods, but I don't think his original intent was wrong.
We once stood at the same starting point. Now it's his turn to fly toward the stars. I believe he can find the right path, even if he's alone." Robin looked at Sunday, her eyes shining. "We don't have to fly to the heavens together. Because a reunion will surely come—up there among the high clouds."
Sunday choked up again. "…I hope so."
Afterward, Robin asked Sunday for help in finding the missing puzzle pieces.
Everything went smoothly.
However, after finding each piece, another note appeared.
"『May your sky forever be filled with brilliant stars.』"
Then came the second piece, and the second note.
"『May your stage forever shine with dazzling light.』"
"『Also, body management is important, but remember to eat properly.』"
[Eat properly… wuwuwu!]
[Baby, I'm a grown man and I'm bawling my eyes out.]
[Wuwuwu, these siblings are too heartbreaking—why can't they just acknowledge each other!]
[The most tender confessions are always the simplest words—like good morning every day, or asking if you're hungry at night.]
—
After collecting all the pieces, the siblings returned to the puzzle spot.
With Sunday's help, Robin quickly completed it.
But the next moment—
Sunday froze in place, because the completed image was one he knew all too well.
"It's finished. Please take a look." He turned his head and gave a slight smile.
The painting was both a blessing and a declaration of resolve: even if broken wings no longer belong to the heavens, the direction of their fall would still be toward the stars.
A bird's chirp rang out. Robin smiled knowingly.
She stretched out her hands, ready to welcome its descent.
Meanwhile, Sunday quietly turned and left the rooftop.
"『The stars I am about to visit are too unfamiliar—not one is recognizable.』
『But as long as you remain here gazing at them—』
『Those unfamiliar stars will become the homeland of our reunion.』"
[That pair of siblings always has to part for so long.]
[Robin in this scene is truly beautiful.]
[Don't go… since you've already seen through everything, why can't you just say goodbye properly?]
[Sigh, tearing up here again. Damn these useless tears.]
[If you're well, then it's a fine day.]
—
Robin slowly turned back, sighing. "In the end, you couldn't even bear to say goodbye? Maybe I'm stronger than you think… On the journey ahead, try to let yourself feel lighter, okay…"
"Brother."
[The little sister isn't as fragile as he thinks, and the big brother isn't as strong as she thinks.]
[That "Brother" really broke me—wuwuwu~]
[The writing is on another level.]
[Sigh, it can only be said that everything is for the sake of the plot—they had to separate the siblings.]
[We were never truly apart, so how can there be a reunion?]
Sunday arrived at another spot on the top floor and reunited with Welt Yang and Oneweek.
"That didn't feel like a perfect farewell." Welt Yang smiled and shook his head.
"It was enough. I only wanted to stay quietly by her side for a while." Sunday looked down at Oneweek. "But why did you do something unnecessary?"
Oneweek looked innocent. "What do you mean?"
"Those two notes—if anyone finds them, they'll become evidence against her."
[Sunday's being really harsh with Oneweek.]
[One moment he's fine with Welt Yang, the next he's using an interrogating tone.]
[This doesn't seem like something Sunday would do.]
—
Oneweek snorted coldly. "Hmph. You've acted on your own how many times? I can't do it once? I don't want to live with regrets either."
"Live with regrets…" Welt furrowed his brow.
Oneweek sighed. "This farewell should end here, right?"
"Mm. Just one last stop left." Sunday turned his gaze back to Welt Yang. "But before we depart, Mr. Yang, I'd like to ask you something. I'm curious—why did you become a Nameless?"
Welt Yang adjusted his glasses. "Why ask that all of a sudden?"
"I've always had the feeling that you would never abandon anyone in need of help. After traveling together this far, I'm even more certain of it.
Right now, countless worlds in the sky are waiting for the Astral Express to visit. Yet you and your companions have stayed here—just for an old acquaintance you've never met in person, and a notorious fugitive.
The true meaning of 'Trailblaze' is to move forward, not to linger. But you've poured your time into a group of mere passersby, and you consider it… only natural?"
Welt Yang replied calmly, "I've never thought of it that way. The 'Watchmaker' made the same choice."
Sunday closed his eyes. "But because of that, he parted with the Express and never walked toward the stars again in his lifetime."
"'Not every journey has to lead to the sea of stars.' Even after leaving the Express, some forms of 'Trailblazing' never end." Welt Yang paused deliberately, letting Sunday absorb the meaning. "You can think of it this way: 'Nameless' was never the title of one person. Everyone has their own view of this path. As long as conditions allow, we do what we can.
What I Trailblaze toward isn't unknown worlds—it's every living person beneath this starry sky.
The name 'Welt' in my homeland means 'world.' It signifies that every individual is a universe unto themselves, with possibilities no different from the distant stars. The connections formed with people are the most precious harvest of my journey.
This is my way of Trailblazing—and the reason I remain here."
[In the name of the world!]
[In the name of the world!]
[In the name of the world!]
[My homeland is Earth!]
[Old Yang from HI3 is exactly this kind of person. Honestly, I really like him—even though I love bullying him usually.]
—
Sunday asked, "Why me?"
"I also know well that only when someone resolves to bid farewell to their past can they face their entire self with calm. Just as you're doing right now… have there ever been a third person beside you and me?"
Oneweek shrugged. "I told you he'd figure it out, didn't I?"
"As expected, nothing escapes your keen eyes." Sunday smiled with relief. "Since you've already seen through Oneweek's secret, there's no need for further preamble. Let's go straight to the point and put the final period on this farewell."
[????]
[What does that mean?]
[Seen through what?]
[Did I miss an episode?]
[Didn't you notice something missing from Sunday's head? And conveniently, Oneweek is right beside him.]
[There were foreshadowing bits earlier too.]
[So… they're the same person?]
[Oneweek is the transliteration of 'one week'—you think a name like that has no foreshadowing?]
[How is this even possible? Two Sundays at once?]
—
Scene transition—the three had arrived inside the Grand Theater.
"Even if you can hide your appearance, sneaking into the Family's forbidden grounds is still quite bold." Welt Yang couldn't help but remark.
Sunday replied with perfect composure, "Don't worry—it won't take long. The first time I came to the Grand Theater, I was still a child. Looking from here, I was drawn to the light behind the curtain, convinced it was the Morning Star guiding me to the land of dreams.
But years later, when I returned as head of the Oak Family, I learned that the light behind it was a 'Stellaron'."
"Returning to the stage this time—what do you plan to do?"
"To set off. I've always believed a person's starting point should also be their endpoint.
Have you ever seen an elderly person pass away peacefully? When life reaches its end, they often raise their hands, stretching desperately toward the void—just as a newborn infant cries out into the world with arms raised high.
At the moment of birth, and at the moment of departure, humans twice spread their wings—at the beginning and end of the journey. To spread those wings and fly once more… I will bid farewell here to 'yesterday's self'."
The camera slowly rotated to behind Sunday, perfectly blocking Oneweek from view.
But when the camera pulled away—
Oneweek had become Sunday in a sharp suit.
[Million-level scene transition!]
[They really are the same person?]
[Wait, is this okay?]
[Could Sunday be twins?]
—
"Sigh, I really hate this face—it makes every expression feel lifeless." Oneweek complained helplessly.
Welt Yang looked back and forth between the two Sundays. "I see. So that's why your appearance always felt subtly off. From the moment we reunited, the halo symbolizing 'Harmony' has never appeared above your head."
"Indeed, that circle is a blessing bestowed upon the flock—but it can be discarded." Sunday nodded.
"At the starting point of entering the dream, in that corridor of thoughts, I chose to completely strip away my own halo."
"Why do that?"
"After all, I am a fugitive. I had to sever any possibility of being sensed by the Family. The other reason… is pain. A pain like having wings broken and falling to the ground—something that would surely awaken me. Only then could I abandon the blessings of both 'Harmony' and 'Order' entirely, stepping into this beautiful dream for the first time as a mere mortal."
Welt Yang pondered. "So that's how Mr. Oneweek came to be?"
Oneweek's tone turned even more playful. "Hmph. You might not even believe it if he says it."
"His birth came from an accident—one you're very familiar with… It's a bit embarrassing to admit, but it was that 'Don't Laugh Challenge'."