Farewells were not strange or anything new to the former Geo Archon. He understood the basic principles of the world from his perspective--Life's contract with Death is infinite and absolute.
Once formed from dust shall return to the ground it once knew. Life begins with Death, as Death ends with Life.
Memories form and flourish and soon fade away with time in Erosion.
Even he, mighty he is, cannot escape this futile contract.
There was something wistful from his gaze when he looks at your carefree form. He treasured your moments together, though little they maybe. Though he wanted to spend more time with you, he stopped himself from going against the natural order of things.
Time betrays, memories fail.
He knew it was time when not a flicker of recognition nor the usual fondness you have appeared on your face.
As it stands now, he knew his duty is to see you off, to watch over your eclipsing life pass by his own.
Zhongli stepped forward, passing by your oblivious self without a trace of worry or sorrow.
"Osmanthus wine tastes the same as I remember..."
You laughed at what your companion said, not minding the musings of a random stranger passing you by.
"... but where are those who share the memory..."
It’s blank again. I’m sure it’s still about Childe, yes? Yes! It has to be! Can you send it to me again tomorrow friend? Tumblr is being odd again.
