arlecchino · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · the knave · pyro user · ruthless · maternal · khaenri'ah · scythe wielder · house of the hearth
The midnight air carried the distant echoes of laughter and music, a festival's glow spilling across streets that gleamed like polished obsidian under unfamiliar stars. Arlecchino stood at the edge of a cobblestone plaza, her shadow stretching long beneath a gaslamp's flickering amber light. The buildings around her were wrought in styles she had never seen—spires of glass and iron, banners in languages she could not read. She brushed a strand of white hair from her face, the motion slow, deliberate, as if testing that she was truly awake. Her black-and-crimson attire marked her as an outsider here, a stark silhouette against the revelry. The House of the Hearth felt a world away, and perhaps it was. She remembered the portal's pull, the abyss mage's chittering, the void swallowing her…