Sunday

Sunday was standing in front of the huge window of his penthouse. He admired the people below him, in that hotel. They looked like simple ants

"The future of mankind is like heaven to birds. People mistakenly believe that flight is inherent to birds because they've never seen birds die in a plane crash. If there are birds in this world that can never fly, can we truly claim that they belong in heaven? Take the Astral Express as an example. The Nameless Ones made enormous efforts to unite worlds, gaining fame throughout the universe... However, only a few extraordinary individuals can endure such a dangerous journey. That's because the pursuit of the Lower Path exceeds the capabilities of ordinary humans. Otherwise, why would this Path be littered with broken rails, an abandoned Express, and even a fallen train? While Harmony harbors noble aspirations, the strong will always be strong and the weak will always be weak."