Lotus Serenade || Mo Dao Zu Shi x Reader

| 二十八 |

──❝The Prelude to Impact❞──

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The gradual return to consciousness was a ballet of senses, a symphony awakening in fragments. The mind, like a hesitant voyager, navigated through the foggy corridors of oblivion, grasping at the elusive tendrils of awareness. [Y/n] felt her consciousness slowly resurfacing, like a delicate flower blooming under the gentle caress of the morning sun. Her eyelids felt burdened, as if carrying the weight of countless dreams, heavy and laden with meaning. Two rich, deep male voices resonated in her ears, weaving a harmonious duet with their smooth, intertwining tones. Their timbre was rich and resonant, urging her gently to awaken. 'Those voices...' Her groan was a faint murmur of recognition, a distant hum echoing through the vast expanse of nothingness. It was as if the universe itself whispered secrets, urging the dormant consciousness to stir. A soft cadence, akin to the gentle murmur of a brook, tickled the edges of perception. Her head tilted slightly, drawn towards the source of the melodic voices. 

Sensations swirled like a kaleidoscope, colors slowly seeping back into a monochrome canvas. A fleeting warmth, almost imperceptible, brushed against the skin—a tender caress from the embrace of reality. Gradually, the symphony expanded; muffled echoes coalesced into distinct sounds—a distant chatter, the rhythmic throb of a pulse, the melodious cadence of breaths drawn. The olfactory senses were rekindled next, as delicate tendrils of scent wafted into the awakening consciousness. A bouquet of fragrances danced in the air—hints of antiseptic mingling with the faint sweetness of flowers, a poignant reminder of the world outside the slumbering mind. "Wake up," [Y/n]'s eyes reluctance at first, yielding to the awakening. Blurred contours and hazy forms gradually sculpted themselves into discernible shapes. Light, a timid intruder at first, crept in through her parted eyelids, painting the world in a wash of uncertain hues. Shadows cavorted, outlines sharpened, and the tapestry of reality began to weave itself anew. Drawing in a deep breath, her chest expanded, and her eyes fluttered open, unveiling a room awash in gentle, diffused light.

The voices felt distant, but she recognized them. "Uncle, she's waking up," The voice of Lan Xichen whispered with a gentle yet urgent tone, as if the delicate balance of the universe depended on her awakening. "That's good. How are you feeling?" Lan Qiren inquired, joining his nephew's side. [Y/n] winces, touching her head, an ache pulsating through her temples. "What happened? Why does my head feel like it's been split open by a sledgehammer?" She sensed her body being gently lifted into an upright position, the movement executed by Lan Xichen. "Do you remember what happened?" Lan Qiren asked, seriousness laced in his tone. [Y/n], grappling to piece it together, finally spoke up, "I-I don't remember." Lan Qiren sighed, absently twirling his goatee in thought. "You passed out in the forbidden cave. Do you remember that," A parched sensation gripped [Y/n]'s tongue, hindering her attempt to articulate words. "The forbidden cave... it's all coming back to me now. I deeply regret breaking any rule that is associated with the icy cave." She murmured, her voice saturated with remorse. "I'm not angered, merely disheartened," he responded, the tinge of disappointment resonating within his tone. "The forbidden cave safeguards secrets, and it's crucial that you grasp the significance of abiding by our rules." [Y/n] nodded in solemn acknowledgment, her visage mirroring her profound regret for her transgression.