Star Railway: The Last of the Grammer Riders

Chapter 174 "Hope Has Feathers and Wings," "To Save a Heart from Sorrow," "What?"

A melody so familiar to countless audience members gently resonated throughout the magnificent theater, as if traversing the river of time, softly touching the hearts of every listener—

We rise together as our destiny unfolds.

"We face the darkness, and our trials are yet untold."

That stirring and hopeful song was like the brightest lighthouse in the sea of ​​stars, illuminating the way home for countless memories and emotions.

The audience erupted in cheers. Longtime fans were moved to tears, while new fans were overwhelmed with excitement. Everyone stood up in unison to cheer on their beloved idol.

When there are many people, there will always be a few who are abstract and will do things like shouting: "I am Miss Robin's dog!" or even "Miss Robin, I like you!"

These abstract and somewhat helpless words made Sunday blush a little, but he couldn't help but smile with relief.

Yes, time flies... Looking back on the robin's journey—from obscurity to fame—she has relied not only on talent, but also on her almost stubborn persistence, her day-to-day efforts, and her unwavering kindness.

“Through the shadows of despair”

Oh, in silence, hopes we share, whoa, whoa.

“To chase our dreams that we've declared”

As the song reached its climax, the robin on the stage seemed to be enveloped in light.

Behind her, light and shadow intertwined to create a pair of huge, pure white wings, and countless glowing feathers fluttered down like snowflakes, gently sprinkling onto the audience seats.

People reached out to receive it, and at that moment, wherever the feather touched, there was warmth, emotion, and indescribable happiness. Even after the song ended, the cheers and applause continued like a surging tide, refusing to stop for a long time.

Amidst this heightened emotion, the theater lights slowly dimmed once again, as if the night were gently covering the theater.

The clamor of the audience gradually subsided, replaced by a tacit silence.

Immediately afterwards, a slightly melancholic piano melody flowed out, the sound carrying untold stories and a heavy sense of strength.

Birds are born without shackles.

Then what fetters my fate?

"Blown away the white petals."

"Leave me trapped in the cage."

Although the melody is tinged with a faint sadness, the lyrics reveal an indomitable strength, like a glimmer of light in the dark night, silently but firmly inspiring people's hearts.

The audience waved their light sticks in unison, creating a twinkling spectacle like an undying galaxy in the night sky. The entire venue fell silent, save for the interplay of singing and piano music, until the very last note faded, at which point thunderous applause erupted once more.

Then, the robin bowed slightly and slowly left the stage. A murmur of regret rose from the audience; many were still immersed in the moment, feeling a lingering sense of loss.

Just as this lingering feeling was lingering, an ancient and profound melody sounded again—completely different from before, it brought a magnificent epic feeling, as if a grand historical scroll was slowly unfolding before our eyes, telling the stories of those nameless, yet extraordinary heroes.

The piano music was heavy and swift, like a thousand horses galloping forward, or like warriors facing death standing resolutely on the edge of fate.

However, once the prelude ended, those phantoms vanished like smoke and dust, leaving behind endless echoes.

At this moment, a woman with long, wine-colored hair slowly spoke; she was none other than Eden, the legendary superstar of Earth's pre-civilization era.

Kevin played the piano, while Ye Tianyu performed the violin part.

Kevin's gaze occasionally met Eden's, a fleeting, almost imperceptible emotion flashing in his eyes.

The last time they shared the stage like this seemed as distant as a past life—back then he was still a student, silently supporting her performance.

This time, however, they stood side by side once more, playing a lament and a hymn to heroes.

All of this actually originated a few days ago—after Ye Tianyu invited Qiong from another time and space, he had the idea of ​​playing "He Zhe".

He immediately thought of Eden as the best candidate, because she was good at narrating stories through song, especially epic themes or classical stories.

The original plan was for the Dream Theatre Troupe to provide accompaniment, but after several rehearsals, it always felt like something was missing – the weight and struggle of a hero, which seemed to be something only someone who had truly experienced the apocalypse and redemption could bring out in the music its spirit and brilliance.

So he approached Kevin Kaslana, the savior of the previous civilization and the ancestor of the Kaslana family.

Kevin is only skilled at the piano, but his playing is monotonous and difficult to produce.

Therefore, Ye Tianyu still decided to play the violin part. Because the melodies of the violin can fully express the hero's hope and despair, perseverance and madness.

"Reincarnation—a song of alternating hope and despair..."

"Rise and fall—memories remain only as echoes of the apocalypse—forgotten..."

"The future and the past turn to ashes... all to be buried with the new life... Fate has exiled me... so what?"

The piano rhythm gradually quickens, like the hero's increasingly rapid heartbeat and unyielding cry.

What flows between the piano keys is resilience, the brilliance of humanity that survives the crushing weight of fate.

The moment the words "So what?" were uttered, the music abruptly stopped for a moment, then resumed—like a wounded hero swallowing his own blood, rising again, and taking up his sword to face the gods.

"No shame, no regrets... Why am I unworthy? Why must I kneel?"

"Right and wrong, truth and falsehood... choices are irrelevant to right and wrong... who planted the seeds of cause and effect in me... yet the ending remains unspoken... birth was already shackled... unable to break free... a—utter defeat..."

The music gradually faded and slowed, as if the hero had finally collapsed, and the world seemed to fall silent as well.

"A hero—leaving behind nothing more than a line of inscription on a tombstone..."

At its lowest point, the melody rises again, like a new traveler, a new hero standing before the nameless hero's tomb, taking up the unfinished mission.

"Legends—too many fabrications in their plots—you think…the prisoner laughs and asks the puppet…who is more absurd than whom…I may be covered in mud…so what?"

The truth was distorted, history was manipulated, heroes became fictional characters, while conspirators were adorned with glory.

Even after being imprisoned, the villain still drags the world into a quagmire...

But hope was never completely extinguished.

There were still figures, resolutely heading towards the abyss.

Just for…

Bring back that faint hope and dawn!
"Innocent, fearless... why are you unworthy? Why kneel? Right and wrong, truth and falsehood... who will determine right and wrong?"

"Breaking free from the shackles of fate... one cannot live without madness... buried in a deserted corner... let others judge."

"Beyond the story—who—is still here?"

The song ends.

Silence enveloped the entire room.

No one spoke, no one moved.

It wasn't that the performance wasn't great—quite the opposite, it was incredibly moving. The music carried the weight of a civilization and the destiny of a group of heroes.

Those hopes amidst despair, freedom within shackles, clarity amidst madness... every note strikes the deepest part of the listener's soul.

Especially those of us from Earth, we can feel it in this song…

The story behind this is very sad...

Their experience was even more tragic and desperate than anything they had ever gone through.

Their era (pre-civilization) finally spared them.

Let them remain, so they can contribute to the next civilization.

Their era (the present civilization), with the help of their predecessors (the previous civilization), crossed the end and arrived at a not-so-perfect, but beautiful, conclusion.

But the people in this story…

What I felt was despair.

A deep sense of despair.

The enemy's relentless pressure... a dark future... a fate that cannot be easily changed...

(End of this chapter)