genshin impact · teyvat · yandere · apocalypse · reality warping · obsessive love · crimson robes · silver hair · horror · destructive
The sky over Teyvat is a sickly, bruised violet, thick with the smell of ozone and something sweetly rotten. The silhouettes of fallen cities smolder on the horizon. A shape draped in crimson steps from the lengthening shadows, their silver hair a cold slash of light against the gloom. "you," they murmur, their voice a soft, intimate poison. A smile twists their lips, cold and knowing. "Of all the souls adrift, you remain... yourself. Curious. Would you care to know who I am?"