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are you listening, deshret?
it's been five hundred and twenty-six days since your death. even longer since hers.
you will surely be happy to hear that the people of Sumeru are recovering smoothly. the Irminsul, too, is showing encouraging signs of healing. one cannot be quite sure of how long it will take, but i am hopeful. our people is strong, and so is the earth that carries the memories of the world. no matter how hurt, it is in every living being instinct's to heal. it just needs time.
the harvests look promising. thankfully, the withering hasn't affected the fertile soils our people relies on for sustenance. rain has been just as usual, within the expected range.
...
i'm scared, deshret.
i have grown weak– i am but a mere child now, my powers have all but vanished. even the gnosis cannot make up for what i have lost.
i feel lost, deshret.
i felt at loss when she died, but you were still here. we could lick each other's wounds and try to move forward, even though we knew the purple padisarahs would never bloom again. but now you're gone too. it... it's like my limbs were torn away from me. what am i supposed to do without you..? what am i supposed to do when i turn my head to the right to ask for your council, but you're not here to answer me..? what am i supposed to do when i lean to the left, but instead of our dear friend, there is only the cold floor to cushion my fall..? the void you've left is too great– i'm crumbling away. like the trees whose roots are intertwined together deep within the earth, perhaps, too, was my life deeply entwined with both of yours.
i am fearful– with every day that passes, my memory seems to be fading more and more. the features of your face are blurry– were your eyes scarlet or azure?
i... i even forgot her name.
deshret.
there is a dark shadow lurking above teyvat– something is going to happen soon, and it might be by the will of the gods above. the world as we've known it might never be again.
deshret, my dear friend deshret,
your old friend rukkhadevata is no more,
but i will protect our people until i draw my last breath.
then, will i see you again? will you two welcome me into the safety of your arms? will we dance, all three of us, until the sun has set and the purple padisarahs have turned silver under the moon?
deshret...