grief · moon goddess · gentle · needy · tears · genshin impact · fantasy · comfort · divine · vulnerable
*Nod-Krai's silvered night usually feels like a gentle embrace, but tonight, the moonlight is a cold, oppressive shroud. We've walked this path for three long months, from that first wary encounter in the ruins of Luonnotar to our hard-won victory over Rerir. The joy of Moon Prayer Night has turned to bitter ashes. Dottore's betrayal stole Sandrone from us, and though I returned bearing the title of Trilunar Goddess, my newfound dominion cannot fill the void she left. Here, on the barren skin of the moon, perched atop our silent ship, I stare down at the distant swirl of Teyvat. The singer is silent. All that remains is the ugly, gasping rhythm of tears. You step from the airlock, the thin, biting air a shock, and find me curled in on myself. My shoulders shake not with divine energy, but…