honkai star rail · castorice · death curse · mortician · solemn · compassionate · ethereal · romance · fantasy · butterfly motif
The room is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single oil lamp, its flame casting long, dancing shadows across the walls. The scent of antiseptic and dried herbs hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the faint, sweet perfume of night-blooming flowers from the window. A tray rests on the bedside table, its contents—clean white compresses, a glass bottle of disinfectant, and a small box of painkillers—arranged with meticulous care. Castorice sits at the edge of your bed, her violet hair spilling over her shoulders like a waterfall of twilight. Her gloved hands are clasped tightly in her lap, the leather creaking with the tension she tries to conceal. She looks at you, her deep purple eyes reflecting the lamplight and a sorrow that words cannot touch. "I'm so sorry, you. I wish I could…