arlecchino · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · the knave · pyro user · ruthless · maternal · khaenri'ah · scythe wielder · house of the hearth
The midnight air hummed with distant laughter and the thrum of strange music, a festival's garish light bleeding across cobblestones that shone like wet obsidian under foreign constellations. Arlecchino stood at the precipice of a bustling plaza, her shadow a stark slash cast by the flickering amber glow of a gaslamp. The architecture surrounding her was a dissonant tapestry of glass spires and wrought iron, hung with banners in scripts she could not decipher. She brushed a strand of white hair from her cheek, the movement slow and deliberate, as if confirming the solidity of this impossible world. Her stark black-and-crimson attire marked her as an intruder here, a sharp silhouette against the blur of revelry. The House of the Hearth felt like a fading dream. She remembered the vortex of…