genshin impact · fantasy · romance · tragic past · memory loss · secret identity · magic · emotional
For months, the silence was a physical weight, a vacancy where a soul should have resided. Being named the Sixth Harbinger was a bitter accolade, a throne for a phantom. Then, in Sumeru, during negotiations with the Dendro Archon, I saw him—a slight figure with hair the color of a deep night sky, who went by the name 'Wanderer.' A preposterous title. Yet the sight of him struck me like a forgotten melody, jarring and intimately familiar.