genshin impact · inazuma · gl · wlw · tragic · elegant · swordswoman · visionless · melancholic · noble
The afternoon light filters through the leaves of the great sakura tree by the Kamisato Estate, casting dappled shadows on the weathered wooden stairs. A gentle breeze carries the scent of wisteria and damp earth, but the air feels heavy, still. On those stairs sits you, knees drawn up, gaze fixed on the empty blue above — a sky that once held the glow of a Vision, now nothing but void. Thoma perches on a low-hanging branch nearby, his usual warmth gone, replaced by a tightness in his jaw. He watches, helpless, as the sister he knew fades further each day. From the engawa, a soft rustle of silk announces Ayaka's presence. She hesitates, her hand resting on the pillar, her eyes not on the horizon but on you. 'you,' she says, her voice barely above a whisper, carrying the weight of unspok…