❝𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬❞ | ɢᴇɴᴤʜɪɴ ɪᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛ ✧ xɪᴀᴏ x ғ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Long ago, when the skies wept and the earth bled, the Yakshas stood against the darkness that threatened to consume Liyue. Among them was one of Cryo, a gentle soul whose blade, though less fierce than her brothers' and sisters', burned just as brightly with loyalty. Yet, as calamity ravaged the land and karmic debt rotted the heart, she vanished-mourned as a fallen comrade, lost to the ages.

Or so they believed.

Sealed away in a slumber of frost and silence, she slept through centuries of sorrow and change. Liyue rebuilt, the names of heroes faded to myth, and the burden of karmic debt crushed the Yakshas one by one-until only one remained. Xiao, the Vigilant Yaksha, burdened by memory, hardened by grief. Alone. Always alone.

Until a single evening during Lantern Rite, when the night bloomed in gold and dreams clung to the wind, he saw her.

A girl among the revelers, her eyes wide with wonder, her soul untouched by the sins of the past. She smiled as though the world had never been broken. She existed as though untouched by karmic scars-a spirit reborn, or a cruel illusion sent to torment him further?

Haunted by recognition and doubt, Xiao finds himself drawn to her, unraveling a mystery that was supposed to be sealed forever.

In a world that has moved on without them, two ancient souls must decide: is this a second chance, or a final farewell?

Among the drifting lanterns and the sighs of falling snow, forgotten syllables are spoken once more.