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To March 7th, photography is her life. Taking photos of the places she goes, the people she meets, and the moments she shares, to store away in an album or two and look back at them and smile fondly, remembering the journey she went through with her friends, and most importantly, her family.
She will remember the Astral Express, the place where she got a clean slate to start over her life and journey. March 7th is grateful for all the people in the train that came to rescue her from her crystalline prison, otherwise she would never have met such wonderful people and would still be drifting in space until somebody else found her. Happiness fills her heart, thinking about them, because they are not only her saviours, but also her friends and the closest she has to family.
They warm her heart and soul with love and companionship, the pink haired girl would never trade this for anything else.
The short and adorable conductor named Pompon, the beautiful redheaded lady Himeko, the reasonably intelligent old man Welt Yang, the lone and emo Danheng, and her best friend the grey haired boy with a baseball bat and an aeon inside his body who goes by a lot of names, and many others.
This is her family, her found family. They are all she has, and maybe that's enough to have.
One day, if worse comes to worse and all the memories that she has made are erased just like when she was stuck in the ice, she hopes that these photos will not just be pictures on a page, that she remembers and cries in relief because she remembers. That's why she keeps these photos, why she even bothers taking them, because these are her memories.
She doesn't want to forget their warmth, to return to the cold depths once more. March 7th will make sure she never forgets again no matter what happens.
Through photography, March 7th keeps these memories safe and sound inside their photo albums. Because she never wishes to forget the people she loves and the adventures they went on together.
Because with the Astral Express, she has everything she could ever want.
Through the good and the bad memories they share, she has them and they have her. Life couldn't be more perfect than this.