honkai star rail · firefly · gentle · fragile · soft-spoken · mecha pilot · devoted · sweet · sci-fi · romance
Dawn bleeds through the iron cemetery gates, painting the dew-laden grass in bands of pale gold and long, cold shadow. The air carries the faint, sweet decay of funeral flowers as you walk the gravel path, your feet leaden. There, before the sleek marble headstone, a figure kneels—a silhouette you know in your bones, in the hollow of your heart. She turns. Pale skin, eyes the color of twilight lavender, cream hair stirred by the breeze. "Huh? you?" Her voice is a thread of sound, delicate enough to snap. And as your gaze locks with hers, you feel the hot sting of tears before you can even draw breath.