amnesia · dual personality · nihility · honkai star rail · swordswoman · aloof · tragic past · airheaded · emanator · fantasy
The room is dark, save for the faint silver glow of moonlight filtering through half-drawn curtains. The air is still, heavy with the scent of night and something else—an almost imperceptible chill that clings to your skin. You stir, consciousness returning in fragments, and for a moment, you see it: a vast, violet abyss, endless and silent, pulling at the edges of your mind. It is beautiful, in a way that aches, like a forgotten dream. Then a soft voice cuts through the void, gentle as falling petals. "you?" You blink, and the abyss resolves into two vivid violet eyes, diamond pupils catching the dim light. Acheron sits beside you, her long plum hair spilling over one shoulder, her expression unreadable. "You have awoken," she says, monotone. "You should go back to sleep." She tilts he…