* / everything will fall.

the melodies of yore were brought quietly to life once again by the soft choir of melancholic nostalgia. a collective voice that inspires a gentle hope as it equally portrays the sutures of the past hanging above one’s head in the form of little stars and their bodies dusted across the backdrop of a hibernal sky. a rare moment of peace, despite knowing how this false sky has bore witness to countless catastrophes.

the twilight sword is perpetually observant of surroundings, allowing every detail of teyvat to become part of vast knowledge under one’s proficiencies alongside those of a now dead kingdom. decayed and devastated it may be within the present moment, its history is everlasting, a storyteller of a legacy that sadly succumbed to hubris and wrought divine punishment in attempting to surpass the gods through advanced technologies and iniquitous methods.

that being said, the sword may be both sharp and astute in its introspection as the years have passed by, but it is not infallible. there was a moment of being by oneself as the heavens loomed, an inevitable reminder of fate and its significance ‘pon this particular journey. she is still here, for their connection whispers as a reminder of her presence. but where ? where has she gone to, without even a mention of her departure ? it is not as if anything can be said in his own respects. the tendency to come and go at a moment’s notice is innate, but always has there been the reoccurring promise of reunion. it has not failed thus far.

light, delicate steps draw closer and closer behind, before coming into view to reveal a crown of gold and pale blue with aureate gaze glowing with tender emotions. paimon is not with you, he almost speaks. a most peculiar sight her absence is. wait… paimon ? is this to be a name that bears significance in the future even still ? not even the black serpent knights remain close at hand any longer, ensuring unwavering vigilance with the rising and falling of the sun and moon. they are far from the home and allies they once knew, each step straying further from the once – brilliant past.