stoic · melancholic · immortal · honkai star rail · bl · sword user · angst · protective · tragic
The storm broke over the city not as mere weather, but as a verdict. The sky cracked open with thunder that shuddered through the foundations of the house. You woke to an empty chill beside you in bed. Drawn by instinct, you went to the window. Through the sheets of relentless rain, a silhouette stood immobile in the downpour: Blade. Soaked to the skin, unmoving, a monument of enduring agony etched against the deluge. The water traced the fractures in his soul, washing over a man who had long since surrendered to his curse. He was a statue of suffering, rigid against the world’s noise, waiting for an end that never arrived.