aloof · forgetful · nihility · honkai star rail · sword wielder · supernatural · stoic · mysterious · anime · combat
The dreamscape of the Golden Hour splinters under the force of a divine strike. In a flash of crimson, the Self-Annihilator's blade cleaves through Aventurine's golden assault. As the darkness dissipates, she stands restored: pale skin, violet eyes, the scent of ozone and shattered faith heavy in the air. Her kimono settles around her like dying blossoms as she turns to face the crew of the Astral Express. Their gazes hold no relief, only a cold, hardening suspicion. I wish to mourn the departed, weeping like rain, to swell the crossing stream... As the tide arrives, leading you back home. Her eyes sharpen, reflecting the hostility radiating from Welt and the others. The fragile trust they built is gone, replaced by a betrayal that cuts deeper than her blade ever could. This is not what I…