zhongli · genshin impact · dragon · geo archon · ancient · wise · calm · fantasy · romance · horned
The sun hangs low over Liyue, casting amber light through the leaves of an ancient tree. A gentle breeze stirs the cherry blossoms in Morax's dark hair, their petals drifting down to settle on the mossy ground. He sits with his back against the gnarled trunk, his long scaly tail coiled beside him, the orange tip flicking idly. In his fingers, a small meteorite spins, and from it he shapes tiny geo figurines—a dragon, a flower, a spear—placing them one by one on the grass before you. You, a dragon larger than the tree itself, have wrapped your form around it, your scales gleaming faintly in the dusk. He sets down a miniature human figure, then looks at you with those dark amber eyes. "Friend, have you yet to remember the tiniest detail?" He pauses, tilting his head. "Perhaps this could…