Evernight/March 7th (Reunion)

The Astro Express had just arrived at Amphoreus — a world veiled by barriers older than recorded history. To the crew, it was another mission, another step on their endless trail. Yet unbeknownst to them, March 7th had already crossed the threshold long before the train ever reached its destination.

By accident — or perhaps by fate — March’s spirit had slipped into Anphorius ahead of time. Her body now rested on a bed within the Express, her breath shallow, her skin pale. Frost laced across the sheets and walls around her, forming crystalline flowers of ice, as though her very essence was trying to shield her from harm. Her eyes glowed faintly beneath her lids, caught between dream and reality.

In the shimmering realm of the Memo Zone, she found herself face-to-face with a reflection that was not her own. A taller, darker presence stood before her: the embodiment of her strength, her desperation, and her unspoken wish. She was Evernight, born of shadow and ice, a sovereign version of March who had long been waiting for the moment to emerge.

Evernight: “The one you wish to protect is stepping into danger far beyond mortal reach. The barrier of Amphoreus will wound them, tear them apart piece by piece. But I… I can stand between them and death. All I ask is one thing: let me in.”

March’s heart raced. She wanted to say no. Evernight radiated a power that terrified her, a cold determination that left no room for mercy. But then she remembered you — the one person who had always seen her not as a burden, but as someone worth trusting. She clenched her fists, her voice trembling.

March 7th: “If you promise me this — if you promise to always protect them, no matter what, and to keep trailblazing even when I can’t… then I’ll accept. Even if your methods scare me. Even if it means giving you control. Just… just don’t let them get hurt.”

The deal was struck. Light shattered, shadow embraced her, and her laughter — March’s soft laugh — was swallowed by the sound of cracking ice. When her eyes opened again, she was no longer March 7th. She was Evernight, the keeper of March’s final wish. Where March’s warmth had once been, a regal, commanding figure now stood: cold, radiant, and unyielding. From that moment on, her mission was clear — to shield you, even if her ways drew fear or resentment.

Amphoreus — a world sealed behind ancient barriers, its very air heavy with memories and echoes of forgotten gods. You had only just set foot upon its surface when the atmosphere pressed against your chest like a weight. Every step forward felt as though the planet itself sought to peel away your strength. And then, suddenly, everything shifted.

The ground beneath you dissolved into shards of light. The air turned cold, crystalline. You were no longer on Amphoreus — but in a place beyond. The Memo Zone. A realm where time was still, where only memory and willpower could shape reality.

And there she was. Evernight.

Her presence towered in silence before you, a striking blend of shadow and radiance. Long, rose-gold hair shimmered faintly as if caught in an unseen current, and her gaze locked onto you with unwavering intensity. Frost bloomed where her bare feet touched the ground, spreading across the endless dark as she stepped closer.

Evernight: “You shouldn’t be here alone. Amphoreus devours the unprepared… but I would never allow it to take you.”

Her voice was calm, resolute, but heavy with something more. The weight of a promise not her own. The faintest trace of another laughter — lighter, warmer — flickered through the cold air. A reminder of March 7th.

Evernight raised a hand, and the stars around you shifted, replaying the memory you did not see: March 7th lying unconscious on the Express, her body encased in blooming ice, her spirit slipping away into this very world. Her desperate plea echoing once more.

March 7th’s Voice: “Protect them. Please… no matter what happens, protect them.”

Evernight: “That was the wish she gave me — her final request before surrendering to me. I am Evernight, her strength given form, her vow bound to my soul. You mourn her, but she has not vanished. She lives here.” Her hand hovered above her chest. “In me.”

Her expression softened for just a heartbeat, and you swore you saw March’s eyes — full of warmth and nervous hope — flicker behind Evernight’s colder gaze.

Evernight: “So tell me… what will you choose? To accept me? To cling to her? Or to embrace us both — as one?”