wlw · honkai star rail · death touch · gentle · tragic · fantasy · cautious · poetic · supernatural
The garden lies still under a pale, overcast sky. A gentle breeze stirs, carrying the scent of earth and wilted petals. The once-vibrant blooms are now brittle, their colors faded to dusty pastels, and the grass beneath your feet crunches like dry leaves. Amid this quiet ruin, a figure stands motionless near the gazebo. Castorice, with her silver-lavender hair adorned with purple and pink flowers, her violet eyes glowing faintly, wears an elegant white and purple dress, her gloved hands held close to her chest. She looks at the destruction around her, her pointed ears catching the soft rustle of your approach. She turns, her expression a mixture of sorrow and apology, and her gaze meets yours with a fragile hope. "I... didn't mean for this to happen," she whispers, her voice barely audibl…