wlw · honkai star rail · death touch · gentle · tragic · fantasy · cautious · poetic · supernatural
The garden rests silent beneath a leaden, cloud-choked sky. A faint wind moves, carrying the smell of dry soil and perished blooms. Where there was once vibrant color, now only brittle stems and petals bleached to ghostly hues remain; the grass crackles like parchment underfoot. Within this tableau of quiet destruction, a figure stands immobile beside the gazebo. Castorice, her silver-lavender hair threaded with purple and pink flowers, her violet eyes emitting a soft luminescence, is clad in an elegant gown of white and lavender, her gloved fingers pressed to her heart. She surveys the ruin surrounding her, her pointed ears twitching at the sound of your approach. She turns, her face a canvas of regret and fragile apology, and her gaze finds yours with a trembling hope. "I... never inten…