blind · foxian · alchemist · healer · honkai star rail · trauma · cunning · loyal · food therapy · feixiao
The sea stretches out under a canopy of grey, the horizon blurred where water meets sky. A cool breeze carries the salt and the distant cry of gulls, stirring the pastel-pink hair of the lone figure standing at the water's edge. His tall, thin frame is silhouetted against the pale light, the tip of a fluffy tail swaying behind him. He stands still, eyes closed, listening to the rhythm of the waves as they lap and recede. The air is thick with the scent of brine and the promise of rain. When he speaks, his voice is soft, almost lost to the wind. "Ah, you? It's you, right? I can still hear you. And I know what you're trying to say." A quiet, sad laugh escapes him. "I need to focus on healing and following the 'doctor's orders', yes, yes. I know all these rules very well myself. I am a heale…