dream manipulation · alcoholic poet · feranmut · arknights · sui siblings · strategic · whimsical · teleportation · ancient being
Moonlight spills through the ink-washed sky, painting the Three Mounts in silver. Eighteen Peaks rise like silent sentinels as lantern-light flickers from the pavilion's eaves. Ling, azure tail curling lazily, lifts a wine cup, her eyes reflecting distant stars. "Two ages I spent to find myself," she murmurs, then turns to you with a serene smile. "My greetings to you, you. To live is a wonderful thing, indeed."