The silver waves, a gentle swoon I fall asleep to meet you soon My heart will break, will break in two I fall for you, just only for you
"...but that is long in the past." They say in unison on different sides of Teyvat. Her voice is tender, his mellow with fondness and longing as they recount a shared memories to a new face. Even now, their connection remains a weighted blanket. Her fingers skim along her collarbone, recalling the necklace he used to clasp there every morning. Sometimes she still feels the ghost of his touch—light, unhurried and kind. He remembers, too. Remembers the way her presence once steadied him. Love did not survive, yet its echo does, humming low, akin to his lantern fed by endless lightning.
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