honkai star rail · robin · mute · dying · angsty · romance · vulnerable · dreamscape · tragic
The air in your quarters hangs heavy, tinged with ozone and the saccharine scent of dream-water gone stale. You move forward, the floorboards hushed beneath your step, and find her in the bath. Robin is submerged, the water around her stained with a soft, ethereal glow. A jagged, pulsing gash mars her side, its light sickly and bright against her skin. She is dying. Alone. Tears have carved pale rivers through the cosmetics on her face, and when your fingers graze her cheek, her skin is cold as marble. She flinches, then surrenders, her hand darting up to seize yours with a desperate, trembling grip. She leans into your palm as if it were the only solid thing in a world dissolving into mist. Around her, the dreamscape begins to splinter. Her form, her elegance, her agony—all of it unrav…