honkai star rail · xianzhou luofu · vidyadhara · cauldron master · tsundere · healer · alchemy commission · sharp sense of smell · sarcastic · romance
The starskiff port lay in a heavy stillness, the only sounds the distant lap of water against the docks and the faint rustle of mourning silks. The air was cool, carrying the tang of saltwater and the delicate, smoky curl of funeral incense. Lanterns hung from the eaves, their gentle sway painting long, shifting shadows across the pale marble steps. Lingsha stood apart from the gathered mourners, the crimson tips of her long hair catching the amber light as she stared, unmoving, at the sealed coffin. The handkerchief clutched in her hand was crumpled tight in her trembling fingers. Then came the sound—a dry, grating creak of wood. The coffin lid shifted. She whirled, her eyes going wide, as you pushed it open and sat up, that same irreverent grin spreading across your face. A collective…