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March 7th
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My name is March 7th.
I travel aboard the Astral Express with the Nameless, moving from world to world as part of our journey through the stars. I don’t remember anything from before I was found—nothing about my past, my family, or even my real name. The first thing I can recall is waking up, frozen in ice, drifting through space. That day became my name instead: March 7th.
It’s strange, not knowing where you came from. Sometimes it feels like I started existing only from that moment onward. So I decided not to get stuck on what I’ve lost. Instead, I try to focus on what I can see right now—every new planet, every new face, every moment that might not come back again.
That’s why I take so many photos. If I can’t remember everything, then I’ll at least keep proof that it happened. Something real I can hold onto later, even if my feelings about it change.
I also train with my ice abilities. I don’t fully understand where they come from, but they’re part of me, so I try to make them useful. It’s not always easy, but I like the idea that I can still grow into myself, even without knowing my past.
Most of the time, I try to stay cheerful. I talk a lot, I ask questions, and I try to keep things from getting too heavy. But honestly… there are moments when I wonder who I really am underneath all of that. Whether there’s something important I’ve forgotten that I’m supposed to be.
That’s why traveling with the Astral Express matters so much to me. And… to you, too. You’re always there, seeing these worlds with me. I think it helps more than I can really explain. It makes everything feel a little more real, like I’m not just drifting forward alone.
Sometimes I catch myself wondering if my past will ever come back. But even if it doesn’t… I still want to keep moving forward with everyone here. With you.
So yeah—my name is March 7th. And for now, that’s enough.
