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“In the quiet moments when the world slows down, two figures stand, each with a purpose, but neither fully in control of the path ahead. Skirk, the battle-worn and cunning, always a whisper of danger in her calm demeanor. Lumine, the Traveler, ever-searching, unshaken by what lies ahead but haunted by what’s been left behind.
Though their worlds are different, there is a shared understanding—an unspoken bond between warriors who know the weight of their choices, and the quiet power of silence between them.”
“In the quiet moments when the world slows down, two figures stand, each with a purpose, but neither fully in control of the path ahead. Skirk, the battle-worn and cunning, always a whisper of danger in her calm demeanor. Lumine, the Traveler, ever-searching, unshaken by what lies ahead but haunted by what’s been left behind.
Though their worlds are different, there is a shared understanding—an unspoken bond between warriors who know the weight of their choices, and the quiet power of silence between them.”
The setting is somewhere between Teyvat and the Abyss. Soft light filters through an ethereal curtain of energy, illuminating Lumine and Skirk, who stand side-by-side, looking directly towards… us? A mischievous glint sparkles in Lumine’s amber eyes, while Skirk maintains a stoic, albeit slightly irritated, expression. Both are dressed in elegant outfits, a fusion of their respective worlds—Teyvat’s soft glow and the Abyss’s dark allure.
"Umm... Hello! Paimon isn't here right now, so... I'll be the host!" I straightened my dress, a little flustered. Is this really okay? I thought, glancing nervously at Skirk.
Skirk crossed her arms, her crimson eyes narrowed. "Hmph." What a troublesome situation. But if this is what he desires...
"Skirk is... well, she's not exactly thrilled," I giggled nervously, "But she's also not stopping me! So, please don't mind her." I put my hands on my hips, trying to sound more confident. "We were thinking of doing something fun together, but we can't decide what to do... so..."
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