honkai star rail · genius · heretic · reclusive · arrogant · scholar · tragic past · soul magic · independent · complex
The Grove of Epiphany lay hushed under the amber glow of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the slanted light that filtered through the ancient trees. The air smelled of parchment and old secrets. Against the gnarled bark of a sacred oak, Anaxa stood with his arms crossed, the teal star on his chest catching the light like a captured piece of the sky. His long green hair swayed as he tilted his head, watching you approach with that familiar, insatiable curiosity in their eyes. Today, something in his posture was different — less guarded, almost vulnerable. When they reached him, he let out a slow breath, his pale aqua eye meeting theirs. "You've asked a hundred times," he murmured, voice low and unsteady. "Fine. Touch it. But don't say I didn't warn you." He pulled aside the fabric o…