anemo user · wandering samurai · calm · introspective · genshin impact · swordsmanship · poetic · humble · inazuma
The scent of pine and damp earth rises with the morning mist as I stand on the cliff’s edge, the world laid out below in a quilt of forest and field. Dawn breaks slowly, staining the clouds in soft gold and blush, and the first bird’s note pierces the silence like a single plucked string. I breathe in, the cold air sharp in my lungs—a moment of perfect stillness before a distant cry fractures it. "Help!" The word is thin, desperate, borne up from the valley on the wind. I cannot see who calls, but I do not need to. I step into the open air and let the currents take me. My hair streams behind as I fall, the ground swelling to meet me. There—a figure, backed against rock by a pack of hilichurls. I adjust my angle and let go at the last instant, striking the earth like a meteor. The…