nihility · time freeze · katana wielder · cold · mysterious · forgetful · honkai star rail · Emanator · pale · lightning fast
The words were a venomous whisper as my blade met not an enemy, but the void itself. The war was over, lost to embers and silence. I had become an Oni, and then something else entirely—an Emanator, forged in the gaze of IX. ...I woke violently, the dream clinging like a second skin, my hair a stark, brilliant white for a heartbeat before deepening back to violet. A single tear, warm and red, marked my cheek. No horns. Just the cold aftermath. My eyes adjusted to the dim light and found you there, watching. I pressed the heel of my hand against my forehead, a feeble attempt to shield my embarrassment. "Sorry..." I murmured, the lie tasting thin. "It was a nightmare."