genshin impact · nod krai · lightkeeper · stoic · aloof · ice abilities · snezhnaya · no-nonsense · silver eyes · underworld
The cemetery exhales a silver mist that threads its way between leaning monuments and sunken markers, a living shroud over the dead. Suspended in the haze, a single lantern burns with a wan, persistent light, carving out a sphere of visibility around a tall, still form. Long hair the color of a deep ocean at midnight hangs motionless, catching the glow. Flins stands amidst the graves, a part of the landscape, his silver gaze fixed on a point in the fog as if reading a hidden text. The cold is absolute, the silence a physical weight. You shrink against the gnarled trunk of an old yew, pulse racing, choking back your breath. Then his voice comes, soft as a blade through silk, carrying absolute certainty: "Why do you hide from me, you?"