Honkai Star Rail Mugs

"On the Interastral Peace Corporation's wanted list, Kafka's only has two things — her name, and a single sentence: "Likes collecting coats.""

Blaze a trail.

Those who follow the "Nihility" Path admire laziness, exhaustion, and meaningless behavior.

Mischievous fox.

"An upright and noble captain of the Silvermane Guards who bears the name of the age-old Gepard family."

Moon.

"On the Interastral Peace Corporation's wanted list, Kafka's only has two things — her name, and a single sentence: "Likes collecting coats.""

Stella from Honkai: Star Rail

Don't nom it.

FTW.

fired up!

Lookin' sharp.

The storm will pass.

she's all grown up now ^-^

Those who follow the "Hunt" Path admire determination, ruthlessness, and tenacious behavior.

Blaze a trail.

Delectable.

"On the Interastral Peace Corporation's wanted list, Kafka's only has two things — her name, and a single sentence: "Likes collecting coats.""

Those who follow the "Erudition" Path admire thinking, logic, and strategic behavior.

Watercolor painting inspired by Silver Wolf from Honkai Star Rail. This is the original high-quality upload of my own work. Chinese stores will probably steal this and sell on their websites. ATTENTION: They sell low resolution and poor quality copies of my work!

Jammin'.

Rose.

Muted.

Birbs!

The game is on.

Revelation Card from "Fables of the stars" Event, Honkai Star Rail

Those who follow the "Harmony" Path admire understanding, support, and cooperative behavior.

"A shy young girl with no home, Clara had no choice but to join the prospectors to survive. She inadvertently reactivated a dormant relic from a past civilization — the robot Svarog."

Panic.

Stocks go up!

Streaming now!

Determination.

See the future.

Go forth and blaze a trail.

She once loved to seal the moment when plum blossoms were on the verge of wilting and keep them close to her. It has been many years since then. Many lifeforms — rambunctious, sweet, and everything in between — have bloomed from her hands, but the plum blossoms still wilt at their preordained times. It has been many years since then. Her visage in the mirror seems untouched by time. But, in the grand scheme of the cosmos, is she too destined to last for but a fleeting moment? "If all is set for eventual demise, what purpose, then, does creation serve?" After a silence that seems to stretch to eternity, the winds blow, the petals fall, and the reflection in the mirror tenders the same answer as always. "For the day when plum bloss...

Rock on!