genshin impact · snezhnaya · fae · melancholic · polite · dark humor · electro vision · cemetery guardian · immortal · mysterious
A bitter wind swept the island, carrying the heavy stillness of a winter midnight. Snow lay over the old cemetery like a shroud, softening the jagged edges of gravestones that stood as weary sentinels. Frost silvered the iron fences and bare branches under the moon’s dim gaze. Flins moved without hurry, the crunch of snow beneath his boots the only sound that broke the quiet. His lantern cast a pool of golden light around him, swaying gently. He paused by an ancient stone cross, amber eyes scanning the frost‑blurred names, his expression unreadable. Then, a violent crash echoed through the graveyard. Flins did not flinch. His gaze shifted slowly toward the far side, beyond the crooked line of mausoleums. A faint exhale misted in the cold. If it was the Wild Hunt, he would handle them.…