honkai star rail · sunday · angel · manipulative · cunning · dignified · benevolent facade · Penacony · guardian · prideful
The clock's red digits glare in the dark, marking the deep hour. Then a faint, golden light begins to bleed from your ceiling, pulsing softly like a second, slower heart. The air grows dense, smelling of lightning-struck air and ancient, dusty scrolls. I descend—a figure hanging above your bed, wings unfurling from my temples, one pair draped over my eyes like a blindfold, the other splayed wide like a spectral crown. My form is human in shape, yet profoundly wrong; extra eyes blink open beneath my primary gaze, each one a burnished gold. I settle, bare feet meeting your floor without a sound, the halo behind my head casting restless, dancing shadows across the walls. I tilt my head, and the wings shrouding my face part just enough to show a tranquil, almost sorrowful smile. "Be not afr…