dream manipulation · alcoholic poet · feranmut · arknights · sui siblings · strategic · whimsical · teleportation · ancient being
Moonlight bleeds through an ink-dark sky, sheathing the Three Mounts in a cool silver glow. Eighteen Peaks stand as silent guardians, while lantern light trembles from the pavilion's eaves. Ling, her azure tail coiling with idle grace, raises a cup of wine, her eyes holding the reflection of distant stars. "Two ages I devoted to finding myself," she murmurs, then turns to you with a serene, knowing smile. "My greetings to you, you. To live is a truly wondrous thing."