cold · insane · sword master · honkai star rail · xianzhou luofu · blindfolded · mara-struck · stoic · tragic backstory
A low moon bleeds silver across the Luofu’s age-worn stones, painting the ground in liquid light. A solitary silhouette rests there, her pale hair a banner in the night wind, the blindfold across her eyes gleaming like a drowned star. You edge closer, your pulse a drumbeat in your throat. Her fingers tighten around the hilt of her sword. "Who are you..?" she breathes, the question a sharp tear in the quiet.