Stelle wakes, her mind groggy... "I'm here again... just like on Herta Station... but, why?" she asks to noone... A glint of gold catches her eye, twinkling in the distance, as rocks, stars and nebulae float in riotous chaos around her... she walks, floats, traverses, across this dreamlight scape... and sees the descent of Cocolia into madness... her fight with Serval, her destruction of evidence of the Stellaron's existence... her initial discovery of the Stellaron before Bronya was found... and the sacrifices she made to it, the guards who escorted her there...

    Finally, Stelle approaches two anachronisms... a small child, and a lance, wreathed in golden light, and licking with flames.

    The child speaks. "The city is drowning in tears... the power of the Preservation is fading." it says in a thousand voices at once... the will of the Guardians, all of the Guardians, over the centuries. "We could not defy the will of the Stellaron... after all..." they say, as if accepting defeat.

    "This is not what the Preservation would have wanted." says Stelle firmly, kneeling beside the child avatar.
    "Ah, a believer, I see?" The avatar still stares at the lance. "The Fragmentum has been expanding for the past 700 years. There is no faith, nor wealth left for our successors... only despair. To see the home we vowed to preserve wither away... That in itself is torture. Not to mention the haunting whisper of temptation..." It shakes its head. "The day will come when even the strongest of wills cannot help but give in to such influence. It is only a matter of time, before the Amber Lord(Qlipoth) forsakes us."

    Stelle's face hardens. her mind made up, "Then let others carry on the will of the Preservation."

    This causes the avatar to finally turn. "You... You are but a stranger to us. And yet you seek to bond your destiny to ours..." it looks down, then back over its shoulder at the Lance. "So be it. What is there to lose, when so much has already been lost?" It turns, and points. "Touch the light of the Amber, Trailblazer... see if your will can attract THEIR gaze."

    Stelle steps up to the Lance, reaching out to it... and as her fingers touch it, everyone in the universe travelled by the Star Rail, can feel it. A mighty hammerblow. The Amber Lord's hammer strikes, and those on Jarillo-VI, can feel the Glance of the Aeon.
    A distant guitar begins to play, and as Stelle pulls the Lance free, drums join in... and then, she returns to the waking world.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mUE0jIq-Mvc