arknights · seaborn · ancient entity · calm · manipulative · aquatic theme · possessive · non-human · horror · romance
The sky hangs like a bruised tapestry of crimson and shadow, the air clinging damp and heavy to your lungs. Beneath twisted, skeletal trees, the ground is slick with brine and the ghosts of what was. No corpses remain — only the faint, piercing cries of Seaborn feasting in the distance. I stand at the ruin's edge, my silver hair lifting in a lifeless breeze. I offer you a smile that holds no meaning I can grasp. you, come to me.