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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘳𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘎𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘶'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘎𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳.

𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘎𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴.

𝘈 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘎𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘶 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 (𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳) 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. "𝘈𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺?"

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦. 𝘎𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘶 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳.

"𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴, 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦?" 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴.

𝘎𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩.

"𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦, 𝘎𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘶." 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦. 𝘎𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺.

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Ganyu's eyes snaps open.

𝘈 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴.

She takes long, deep breaths. Despite it being early in the morning, the hustle and bustle of the harbor remains the same loud and rowdy atmosphere.

It's been years, centuries, and the harbor had once again changed before she knew it. Humans are, progressive creatures after all. And despite being half human herself, she just can't seem to catch-up with them.

Soon after recollecting herself, Ganyu stands up and makes a beeline for the kitchen, passing a mirror on her way there.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱.

It's been like this for decades now, or maybe centuries (Ganyu can't remember anymore). Something always feel amiss, as if she's forgotten something, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦.

But she doesn't dwell on the matter any further. Ganyu is, after all, a busy woman (or an adepti).

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𝘙𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘎𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘶'𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴.

𝘈𝘩, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘎𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴𝘺 '𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨' 𝘢𝘯𝘥 '𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭'

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘎𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯.

𝘉𝘶𝘵, 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳.

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A few more centuries pass for Ganyu.

In those centuries, she witnessed the fall of nations, she witnessed war swallowing Teyvat, and she witnessed those same nations rise back to it's feet. Now without it's Archons.

She also witnessed two bright stars reuniting with each other. And those two shining lights became three as it left Teyvat.

She wishes to not forget about them, too. She's forgotten so much already, she fears the guilt may eat her up whole if she forgets more.

She tries to remember the humans she met, to the point where she grills her brain for answers.

But all she remembers is the smell of the sea and a boisterous voice that reeks of sake.

All she remembers is fine, white hair falling like silk, and red eyes that viewed the world with so much ambition.

She tries to rack her brains more, pleading it to give her more, to let her remember more.

And it does.

She remembers the smell of lavender and adventure. She remembers amethyst eyes that chastises the divine yet views her as a God. She remembers deft, trained hands roaming her body as it leaves an electrocuting trail.

She remembers and her heart aches.

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𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘎𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘶 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦.

𝘈𝘩, 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘥𝘵, 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘪𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘳, 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘵, 𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵.

"𝘎𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘶." 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵.

𝘎𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥, 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴, 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘮.

"𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘺..." 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘎𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵, 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵.

𝘎𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘢.

"𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦."

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵.

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"Yu... Miss Ganyu..."

Ganyu is jolted awake by a tap at her shoulder and a voice calling out to her.

"Miss Ganyu, is everything alright?" Ah, it's Beiwan, her co-worker.

"Yes, uhm.. I must've dozed off. Thank you." She replies and gives a polite smile.

"If you're sure. But, really, I thought you we're having a nightmare there."

𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦?

Beiwan must've seen the look on her face, so she continues.

"You we're muttering something, I think it was 'Ke?' I'm not really sure but I know it starts with K."

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Ganyu thinks about it the whole day. She wanted to ask Beiwan more questions but she's sure the girl is as clueless as her as to what or who 'Ke' could possibly be.

As Ganyu stares out the window, she feels some sort of melancholy, of loneliness.

The harbor, or what it was once called, has changed beyong recognition. What once was filled with boats and decks are now towering buildings.

The adepti, that used to be so mighty are now just branded as myth. Ganyu heaves a sigh. Maybe it's time to call it a day.

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She's on her way home, reminiscing. She knows it dangerous, reminiscing out in the roads, but she can't help it when her mind wanders around.

She thinks of the age of visions and Gods, of war and bloodshed. Those are long bygone days yet the memories are still fresh in her mind, embedded in her body.

She wishes, though, that her mind chose something else to remember. Like the figure that keeps visiting her dreams for a millennia now.

She reminisces and reminisces, not noticing the figure approaching her.

Everything happened too fast. The next thing Ganyu knows are papers flying all around her, someone muttering a 'you should've watched where you're going' and 'no, the papers'.

Ganyu looks up, and her breath hitches in her throat as a weird sense of deja vu hits her.

The scene feels too familiar for her (a familiarity she is more than happy to welcome), papers strewn around her, furrowed brows and scrutinizing eyes focused on her, lips seeming to be forever down turned in a frown, slightly messy lavender hair held up in two buns that resembled that of a cat's ears.

And Ganyu remembers.

She remembers a woman that despised the divine so much she threw away her vision when she received it.

She remembers a woman that came to her, a divine being, for help after the passing of their Archon.

She remembers of soft gazes exchanged under a dim lantern's glow.

She remembers it all as a stray tear escapes her eye.

“𝘒𝘦𝘲𝘪𝘯𝘨”