Silver Rails of the Anchorage

Silver Rails of the Anchorage is a Relic in the set Fallen Star Anchorage.

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The Express was the girl's shelter.
Amid the abandoned cars, she searched for surviving logs, imagining a day when she, too, would roam the cosmos like the Nameless.
She sketched out those dreams.
Where the silver rails stretched beyond the horizon, she would pilot the colossal robot "Starblazer," pull into the station at Cygnus, watch fifty-two sunsets and sunrises on an asteroid, dig up fossils buried in the Rosette Nebula...
But one glance back at the sanatorium behind her, and the gray of reality would always remind her that the end of the line lay just ahead.

Sketching herself in the image of those veteran Navigators, she drew the ideal version of who she wished to be, hoping someone else might walk the path of her dreams in her stead.
It seems no one ever imagined that, amid the endlessly recurring Phantasmoon Games, the giant who walks alongside the Express would make such a dreamlike return. They channeled every ounce of their Wishpower to imagenate Pegana's colossal machine, shattering the opponent that had been slaughtering its way through Planarcadia.
Nor did anyone know what the girl had offered the gods in exchange, just to draw a little closer to that impossibly distant wish...

"The Trailblaze is not a road already laid, but a silver rail yet to be forged."
Before her departure, she turned to look back one last time, past the crumbling academy, past the desolate shoreline, past the clamor of the streets, past the hustle and bustle of the alleyways... Stroke by stroke, she had once drawn a trail that wound around the stars, sketched a passage that spanned the firmament. An invisible star rail, extending from the depths of a shattered world of paint, slowly reaching toward the brilliant cosmos.
She lifted her gaze. The cosmos remained mute, yet she could hear a beckoning from deep within her heart.
"Don't be afraid. Walk on."

A millennium ago, the Nameless arrived to the sound of a whistle, and made their sacrifice upon the earth of Ahatopia.
A millennium later, she stood quietly at the edge where earth met sky, and sounded the Express's departure whistle once more.
The Express's lights illuminated the night sky, and fell upon the eyes of Destruction in the distance.
She did not know what lay at the end of the silver rail, just as she knew nothing of her destiny. But the Trailblaze has never changed.
Board the Express. Press onward. That's all there is to it.

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