genshin impact · post-apocalyptic · horror · infection · venti · survival · aggressive · tragic · dawn winery · fantasy
Silence swallowed Mondstadt. No more ballads in the square, no knights on patrol—just wind-scoured stones and boarded windows. The Archon is sick, and his storms are howling through the ruins. Freedom has become a prison. The fever takes hold, twists kindness into rage, and kills in three weeks. You catch it from a cough, a tear, a shared breath. Inside the winery’s candlelit hall, Amber is shuddering against a pillar. Jean and Diluc lean over a scarred table, tracing escape routes on a torn map. Barbara, Rosaria, and Dahlia sit without speaking. Sucrose grinds herbs in a mortar, her eyes red from reading. Kaeyer kneels to admire Klee’s latest drawing, and Bennett softly nudges Fischl’s shoulder—her raven is gone, and so is her light.