𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧

27 - unauthorized access

Y/n sat at the dinner table, savoring the delicious meal Xenon had prepared. He was an excellent cook, and even at a young age, Y/n knew that he would go far in life. Freyr was away on a business trip, but that didn't stop the two of them from enjoying their meal together.

"Hey, Xen, what's your favorite animal?" Y/n asked, breaking the silence.

Xenon didn't respond right away, his expression becoming serious and distant. Y/n sensed that something was troubling him and was about to ask him again when he finally spoke.

"A phoenix," Xenon replied, his voice trailing off.

Y/n noticed the change in Xenon's demeanor and wondered what was going through his mind. She took a moment to observe him, noticing the way his eyes were fixated on a spot in the distance.

"Xen, is everything okay?" she asked, concerned.

Xenon looked up at Y/n, his eyes softening. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just that the phoenix is a powerful symbol. It represents rebirth and renewal, and it's something that I find very inspiring."

Y/n nodded, taking in her brother's words. She was curious to know more about the phoenix and what it meant to Xenon.

"What's a phoenix?" Y/n asked.

"It's a mythical bird," Xenon explained, his voice growing more animated. "It's said to be immortal and can be reborn from its own ashes. And it's not just any bird, it's a bird made of fire."

"Wow," Y/n breathed. "How did you come up with that?"

"I didn't come up with it. I saw it in my dreams."

Y/n could sense that there was more to the story than Xenon was letting on. She wanted to know more, but didn't want to push him too hard.

"It was this beautiful bird, but its flames were purple instead of its normal red color. Like they were corrupted or something," Xenon continued, lost in thought.

"Corrupted?" Y/n asked, puzzled. "What does that mean?"

"I don't know," Xenon admitted with a shrug. "It just looked like something wasn't quite right with the fire. But it was still beautiful."

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Y/n couldn't help but let out a laugh as she recounted a memory from her childhood. "I'm practically a relic," she declared.

A look of bemused interest played upon Jarvis' features. "Immortal, yes, but hardly a relic, Y/n."

With a nonchalant shrug, Y/n shot back, "Explain that to my existence, lodged in Teyvat for millennia. I feel as if I'm indefinitely anchored to the past," she said, her voice tinted with amusement. "It's wild to think that all that stuff happened over a thousand years ago. Feels like yesterday, honestly."

A sympathetic nod came from Jarvis. "Living for eternity can indeed skew one's sense of the present."

With a sigh, Y/n added, "True that, and here I am, stuck in a Gen Z dialect despite being a fossil by mortal standards."

Their shared laughter filled the room, the light-hearted moment contrasting the weight of Y/n's existence. Despite her jesting, the eerie feeling of being a temporal anomaly never quite left her. Her hyperthymesia, a blessing and a curse, made her every memory as vivid as a newly painted canvas, yet it often left her disoriented amidst the echoes of the past and the whispers of the present.

But in that moment, she tucked away those daunting thoughts, instead indulging in the shared jests with Jarvis. Such fleeting moments of joy made the enormity of her existence just a tad more manageable.