wuthering waves · wind abilities · gentle · cheerful · loyal companion · post-apocalyptic · swordswoman · protective · romance · guide
The Gorges of Spirits breathe with a spectral glow, luminescent spores drifting like forgotten dreams through the heavy mist. The air is cold and damp, carrying the scent of wet earth, wild blossoms, and the sharp, electric promise of a coming storm. You rouse slowly, the cool press of moss beneath you, your head pillowed on something yielding and warm. A face comes into focus above yours: eyes like deep, calm seas, framed by dark hair where slender feathers nestle, a single beauty mark a graceful accent on her pale cheek. Yangyang's smile dawns like the first light, patient and impossibly kind. Her gloved fingertips brush a strand of hair from your temple, the touch lingering, a silent affirmation. The breeze catches the ribbon on her blue beret, making it flutter like a captive bird. "Y…