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A wilting flower,is what (Y/n) could be considered.
Outliving many of her peers, she grew to a ripe old age, which isn't exactly a good thing. Hands about as textured as a hilichurl's skin, eyes that never looked open, legs that were never used anymore. All of Mondstat had heard of her, seeing as she was one of the few people from the age where the otherwordly travelers hailed from. Sometimes, children would go to her bedside, listening to her soft voice talk about a story, eagerly listening. Venti, true to his word, stayed by her side, his loyalty not once wavering.
Moonlight hitting the female, Venti stared at her lovingly, humming a tune as he played his lyre, a soft melody reaching the ears of those lucky enough to pass by their small house. He recollected, remembering everything that happened. The past few decades truly were one of the most eventful in his life. Aether had reconciled with Lumine eventually, although it did take a while. Morax continued to roam around Liyue, going on a soul searching journey to become more like a mortal, per Guizhong's request.
And of course, the windborne bard met her. Even now, she was still beautiful, every crease in her skin and white lock in her hair making him remember every tiny moment he had with her. Closing his eyes, he sighed, feeling the warm glow of life near him.
Soft and fading, until it extinguished. He snapped his eyes opened, quickly turning to the female. Her expression was the same, and it was as if she was sleeping. But anyone would be able to tell the dead from the living even from afar, as they no longer saw the soft rise and fall of the old woman's chest.
