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Death was the unreachable promise of rest, the light at the end of a dark road filled with monsters from their past —but it was also a reminder of what they lost. You see, death didn't come just for one's last breath, it also came for everything that once surrounded you. Your people, your culture, your hymns.
Your language.
You soon find out that losing your mortality was the least of tragedies. It was the losing of your identity what hurt the most.
And to speak a dead nation's language was a curse higher than most.
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- Part 13 of Twilight Flower
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03 Apr 2026
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“What is it you wish to tell me?”
Kaeya finally speaks his mind.
“Stay another night, will you, Dain?”