[ the passage of time is always a cruel one, when you remain so unchanged compared to the world around you.
zhongli is quiet as the memories chase each other across the mirrors, god and human alike. dragon. death. always loss, and always something so deeply ingrained into memory, now. a scar left behind because of love. ]
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zhongli is quiet as the memories chase each other across the mirrors, god and human alike. dragon. death. always loss, and always something so deeply ingrained into memory, now. a scar left behind because of love. ]
... saying goodbye is never easy. Never kind.