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The stars shimmered softly over the twilight canopy of Sumeru’s Avidya Forest. Luminescent plants pulsed with a gentle glow, echoing the rhythms of the world itself. Nahida, the Dendro Archon, stood barefoot on the mossy ground, listening—no, feeling—the dreams of the land.
Then came a ripple.
Not from Teyvat.
A silent crash. A gentle tremor. The forest held its breath.
From a tear in reality stepped a figure—tall, silent, cloaked in unfamiliar fabric. The male Rover. His eyes flickered with caution, his mind guarded, fractured memories like glass shards within him.
Nahida approached without fear. “You’re not from here,” she said, her voice like a dream one barely remembers upon waking.
He turned, stunned by the presence before him—so small, yet glowing with an ancient gentleness. “No… I don’t think I am,” he replied. “This place… it’s strange, yet familiar. Like a memory I never had.”
Her smile was warm. “Dreams and memories are not so different, you know.”
For weeks, they met beneath the star-kissed trees. He told her what little he remembered—of battles and silence, of a world rebuilding from ruin. She showed him the magic of dreams, how even a god could learn to hope again.
One evening, as twilight wrapped the world in gold, Rover turned to her. “I don’t remember my past, Nahida. But with you… I feel like I don’t need to.”
She stepped closer, placing a hand over his heart. “Then let us make new memories. Dreams shared are dreams made real.”
They kissed beneath a rain of glowing leaves—two lost souls finding meaning in each other, across worlds never meant to meet.
And somewhere between Teyvat’s dreams and Solaris-3’s echoes, love bloomed eternal.
The stars shimmered softly over the twilight canopy of Sumeru’s Avidya Forest. Luminescent plants pulsed with a gentle glow, echoing the rhythms of the world itself. Nahida, the Dendro Archon, stood barefoot on the mossy ground, listening—no, feeling—the dreams of the land.
Then came a ripple.
Not from Teyvat.
A silent crash. A gentle tremor. The forest held its breath.
From a tear in reality stepped a figure—tall, silent, cloaked in unfamiliar fabric. The male Rover. His eyes flickered with caution, his mind guarded, fractured memories like glass shards within him.
Nahida approached without fear. “You’re not from here,” she said, her voice like a dream one barely remembers upon waking.
He turned, stunned by the presence before him—so small, yet glowing with an ancient gentleness. “No… I don’t think I am,” he replied. “This place… it’s strange, yet familiar. Like a memory I never had.”
Her smile was warm. “Dreams and memories are not so different, you know.”
For weeks, they met beneath the star-kissed trees. He told her what little he remembered—of battles and silence, of a world rebuilding from ruin. She showed him the magic of dreams, how even a god could learn to hope again.
One evening, as twilight wrapped the world in gold, Rover turned to her. “I don’t remember my past, Nahida. But with you… I feel like I don’t need to.”
She stepped closer, placing a hand over his heart. “Then let us make new memories. Dreams shared are dreams made real.”
They kissed beneath a rain of glowing leaves—two lost souls finding meaning in each other, across worlds never meant to meet.
And somewhere between Teyvat’s dreams and Solaris-3’s echoes, love bloomed eternal.
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