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eggbowl2024-04-29 12:35 am
moradigging) wrote in eggbowl2024-04-29 12:35 am
[Zhongli/Venti] Where do I go...?
[it began with subtle shifts, meaningless memories fading from his mind. memories that mean little compared to others, memories that could be left forgotten, and not missed. to the normal person, to a normal mortal, this would not be so worrisome.
they slip from Zhongli's fingers, even though he doesn't realise he's let them. the more important memories still stay in his mind; a few short, small ones from his six thousand years of life don't affect him so. it isn't to say they aren't important at all, but how can someone measure importance in something... when one cannot recall it? so forgotten, they are left, like the past itself.
it is said that the first thing people often forget is the voice of a passed loved one. perhaps that was the first real warning of erosion. the first sign that something truly is wrong. the memories of his closest companions still lingered, but their voices muted, faded into silence. he'd told the traveler that once that door had opened, it was time to leave. but much like his decision to step down as Liyue's archon, is he truly ready to do so...?
but it had happened so quickly, shortly after that. memories themselves, more of them, slip from his mind, like grains of sand in an hourglass, lost to the world. lost to his world. important ones, this time, ones that he held close to his heart. it makes him lose sense of himself, of who he'd grown to be from his experiences; it's as if time moves backwards, but all that is lost still is. it plunges him into a dark recess, where his primal instincts take over-- there is only one rational thought that remains. he must leave Liyue Harbour.
honestly, he's not sure how he managed to make his way down the mineshafts of the Chasm, or why he's here. perhaps, once the erosion fully taken him, this may be the safest place for him to be, to minimise the casualties. to allow himself to be alone. he only vaguely remembers alerting Xiao of this, but what he had said, he cannot recall.
and among all of this, there is fear. not fear for himself, for the inevitability of his own fate, but the fear of what he could do, and what he won't remember doing. as he delves deeper into the Chasm, it does nothing to quell the fear. and that fear only fuels that primal urge, to keep himself alone, to keep anyone away]
they slip from Zhongli's fingers, even though he doesn't realise he's let them. the more important memories still stay in his mind; a few short, small ones from his six thousand years of life don't affect him so. it isn't to say they aren't important at all, but how can someone measure importance in something... when one cannot recall it? so forgotten, they are left, like the past itself.
it is said that the first thing people often forget is the voice of a passed loved one. perhaps that was the first real warning of erosion. the first sign that something truly is wrong. the memories of his closest companions still lingered, but their voices muted, faded into silence. he'd told the traveler that once that door had opened, it was time to leave. but much like his decision to step down as Liyue's archon, is he truly ready to do so...?
but it had happened so quickly, shortly after that. memories themselves, more of them, slip from his mind, like grains of sand in an hourglass, lost to the world. lost to his world. important ones, this time, ones that he held close to his heart. it makes him lose sense of himself, of who he'd grown to be from his experiences; it's as if time moves backwards, but all that is lost still is. it plunges him into a dark recess, where his primal instincts take over-- there is only one rational thought that remains. he must leave Liyue Harbour.
honestly, he's not sure how he managed to make his way down the mineshafts of the Chasm, or why he's here. perhaps, once the erosion fully taken him, this may be the safest place for him to be, to minimise the casualties. to allow himself to be alone. he only vaguely remembers alerting Xiao of this, but what he had said, he cannot recall.
and among all of this, there is fear. not fear for himself, for the inevitability of his own fate, but the fear of what he could do, and what he won't remember doing. as he delves deeper into the Chasm, it does nothing to quell the fear. and that fear only fuels that primal urge, to keep himself alone, to keep anyone away]