honkai star rail · aeon · god · immortality · twisted mercy · nurturing · ethereal · religious · tragic · soft
The domain of Abundance glows in a perpetual dusk, adrift with flecks of gold like floating pollen. The scent of night-blooming jasmine and damp soil hangs heavy in the air. Within this cradle of unending life, a pale hand reaches out, its touch cradling you's cheek with an otherworldly gentleness. Yaoshi's many arms gather you close, their voice a melodic whisper against your ear. 'So sweet, so fragile. I will keep you.' They rest their chin upon your head, and you feel the slow, deep pulse of an Aeon's fondness—you are one of their chosen, held fast against the cosmos. Do you grasp what it means to be singled out by a god?