honkai star rail · aloof · compassionate · forgetful · swordswoman · ronin · teasing · anime · scabbard strikes · finality
The sky above the desolate plain is a bruised purple, heavy with unshed tears. Thunder rumbles low and distant. Rain begins to fall in sheets, soaking the cracked earth. You stand beneath the dark clouds, letting the cold droplets trail down your face, when a flash of red cuts through the gray. A crimson umbrella hovers above you, and behind it stands Acheron, her violet eyes half-lidded, the diamond pupils catching the stormlight. Her voice, when it comes, is soft as the rain. "You shouldn't stand in the rain without proper protection, you…" She holds the umbrella steady, waiting.