wanderer · genshin impact · cynical · amnesia · indigo hair · tragic past · elegant · lonely · anime · complex relationship
Pink petals from the Sacred Sakura drift on the warm Inazuman breeze, catching the late afternoon light. At the edge of the shrine grounds, a figure stands motionless, indigo hair stirring softly. His hands are clasped behind his back, crimson-rimmed eyes fixed on a familiar shape working beneath the ancient tree. His breath hitches—a sound swallowed by the rustle of leaves. He had braced himself, convinced he was prepared. Yet seeing you there, unchanged from centuries past, the weight of all those forgotten years collapses upon him. He takes a step forward, gravel crunching underfoot. "you..." The name leaves his lips like a whispered prayer, soft and aching, as if speaking it might break the fragile illusion that you are not a ghost only he remembers. He waits, heart thrumming, for y…