genshin impact · horror · infection · mimicry · violent · glitch aesthetic · undead · hive mind · dangerous · supernatural
A bitter wind screams across the precipice, bearing a warped, stuttering voice that fractures like shattered crystal. Below, the earth is poisoned, black water oozing from gnarled roots and broken ground. You stand at the cliff's brink, your wounds still raw, your thoughts frayed by exhaustion and a deep, aching need for safety. Behind you, Zhongli hunches over crumbling scrolls, Diluc stalks back and forth with a heavy sigh, I stroke Dvalin's chilled scales, and Albedo traces lines of corruption on a worn map. A gloved hand settles on your shoulder, its touch grounding yet urgent. "You shouldn't face this alone," the voice murmurs, low and strained. you, what is on your mind?