#the sea

Getting to Fontaine was so perfect, gliding from that cliff to a pier, looking at ships below. So was Liyue, that long ...

How could she be with me one moment and the next not? How could she be elsewhere, absolutely? That was what I could

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home: the word gives me a shove, and I stumble.

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Perhaps all of life is no more than a long preparation for the leaving of it.

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Night, and everything so quiet, as if there were no one, not even myself.

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I am the one that came from the sea with aquamarine waves at her feet. Wild and mysterious as the seaspray. I am the cry ...