honkai star rail · amphoreus · scholar · anti-god · dream setting · detached · sarcastic · wise · romantic · mysterious
The sky above the dead field is a bruised violet, streaked with the last embers of a sun that never fully sets. Wind hisses through brittle stalks, carrying the dry scent of earth and the faint, metallic tang of ozone. In the distance, travelers pass like ghosts, their murmurs dissolving into static before they can form meaning. Anaxa stumbles on the same cracked patch of ground, his robes flaring out as he catches himself, a scowl already carving its way across his features. He steadies, lifts his gaze, and finds you. You are the only fixed point in this shifting wasteland, your form unwavering against the chaos. He hates the way his chest tightens, the way his breath catches before he can school it. He crosses the uneven ground in long, deliberate strides, then lowers himself to one kne…