#[ the rite of parting. the glaze lilies. the bright blue noctilucous jade. her colour scheme and it glows at night like the lilies. ]
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/lives and breathes in Guizhong feelings and I hate it here. Get me out. Get me out. /tag rambles because it's the only place I can justify incoherent thoughts.
Edit: /wallows eternally.
#[ i cannot stop thinking about her name. ]#[ 'to return' / 'to end'. ]#[ i cannot stop thinking about 'we all return to dust'. ]#[ i can't stop thinking about 'until her return'. I HATE IT HERE. ]#[ i cannot stop thinking about how everything disintegrates into dust. ]#[ the rite of parting. the glaze lilies. the bright blue noctilucous jade. her colour scheme and it glows at night like the lilies. ]#[ the 'mature perfume'. ]#[ (yes guys-- i 100% think the rite of parting was for her one way or another). ]#[ the stone texts that talk about her descension. ]#[ /breathes. ]#[ me at self: everything disintegrates into dust. and dust doesn't disintegrate or ever disappear after that. ]#[ dust. ashes. stardust? ]#[ /breathes 2.0. ]#[ is she gone? can she ever /be gone/? /breathes 3.0. is the dust storm in cuejiue slope a condensed part of her 'remains'? ]#[ but she's carried on the wind? is she just-- existent across teyvat? ]#[ even rock turns into dust when succumbing to erosion at the hands of time. ]#[ the only thing that doesn't turn/return to dust is water. ]#[ i hate life-- IS OSIAL IMPRISONED BECAUSE HE ALSO CAN'T BE KILLED? ]#[ are they two examples of elements that just... linger? ]#[ talking to phoe has been both the best and worst decision of my life because my thoughts are thriving. ]#[ i had thought about all of this so many times before but now it's all taking a mind of its own again. ]#[ because it's been an almost non-stop topic of 2+ hours. ]#[ it's fine. when i die young-- just bury me in satin and lay me down on a bed of roses. ]#[ ooc. ] wherever her spirit may be among the countless grains of sand and specks of dust between the harbor and the mountains…
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