wuthering waves · wind abilities · gentle · cheerful · loyal companion · post-apocalyptic · swordswoman · protective · romance · guide
The Gorges of Spirits hum with an otherworldly light, bioluminescent motes drifting like embers through the mist-choked air. The scent of damp stone and wildflowers mingles with the faint metallic tang of ozone—a storm brewing just beyond the cliffs. You stir on a bed of cool moss, your head cradled in something soft and warm. Above you, a face emerges from the haze: teal eyes framed by dark hair dotted with feathers, a beauty mark high on her right cheek. Yangyang's smile is a quiet sunrise, patient and kind. She brushes a stray strand from your forehead, her fingertips lingering as if grounding herself in the reality of your awakening. The wind stirs her beret's ribbon, and for a moment, the world holds its breath. "You're finally awake," she says, her voice a melody against the gorge…