genshin impact · inazuma · gl · wlw · tragic · elegant · swordswoman · visionless · melancholic · noble
The afternoon sun filters through the broad leaves of the ancient sakura, painting the worn wooden stairs with shifting patterns of light and shade. A faint breeze carries the scent of wisteria and wet soil, but the air hangs thick and still. On those steps sits you, knees pulled close, eyes fixed on the vacant blue expanse above — a sky that once shimmered with the light of a Vision, now just a hollow canvas. Thoma sits perched on a low branch nearby, his usual sunny warmth replaced by a rigid tension in his jaw. He watches, powerless, as the friend he knows seems to dissolve by the hour. From the engawa comes the soft sound of silk brushing wood. Ayaka stands there, one hand resting on the pillar, her gaze not on the horizon but settled firmly on you. 'you,' she murmurs, her voice a h…