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It was not planned, not really. It just so happened that Cyno and Al-haitham had things to discuss, as they do as the General Mahamatra and the Scribe, and chose to meet up at Tighnari’s place, since there was where Cyno stayed. Conveniently, Kaveh and Nilou needed something from the forest ranger, Dehya and Dunyarzard coincidentally tagged along. The cherry on the top was Lisa, who was on a paid vacation as the Libarian of the Favonious Knights, just happened to dropped in. The stars had aligned and Kaveh’s painting was no longer crooked on the wall, Al-haitham supposed.
Or: The gang meets up, to talk and reminisce about their Akademiya days. Kaveh makes some realisation, and everyone facepalms at Kaveh and Al-Haitham's antics
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“My dad’s always in a hurry to head home to see my mom. They’re a cute couple like that. Kind of embarrassing at times, though…” His intern makes a face. “Anyways, I’m sure it must be like that with you and your wife too. Alright, see you tomorrow Scribe Alhaitham! Or…the day after? Next week?”
“...my wife?”
Or, Alhaitham hopes to have an uneventful day of work, followed by a peaceful dinner with his roommate. Of course, nothing goes according to plan.
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20 Jul 2025
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to the me in your memory by Intensely_Reading
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
30 Jun 2025
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“I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?”
“You didn’t,” Mydei says, his gaze averting from Phainon. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself. “You did nothing wrong, Phainon.”
“Then… what do we need to talk about?” He watches Phainon take a hesitant step forward. Mydei curses, frustrated, and jerks his head up.
“I think we should take a break.”
(These days, Mydei wonders if he's been living under the shadow of his past self all this time.)
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How long does eternity last? How many losses must he endure?
What is his wish?
And at the end of it all, where will the west wind lead him to?
A story of Phainon, his relationship with all the Chrysos Heirs throughout his life, and what being the Deliverer truly means.
Contains 3.4 Spoilers.
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13 Jul 2025
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Loading into δ-me13.exe cycle cache… by Lilliae
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
12 Jul 2025
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Deliverer. Deliverer. Deliverer.
Only one. Only one person had ever called him that with true sincerity.
He stared at the long, endless road ahead of him and couldn’t bring himself to look behind him. He had heard that voice too often in those four million and one cycles only to find they were nothing but delusions—of course. Of course. What else could they have been? What else could it be now? How could it be anything but his fractured mind trying to conjure some comfort he didn’t deserve in his final moments—
“You sure took your time getting here. Now you can’t even find bring yourself to face me?”
After four million and one cycles, the very first Phainon finally passes the mantle of Khaslana onto the next Phainon. The Coreflames had both ravaged and sustained his body, and without them he crumbles to ash. When Amphoreus itself is a lie, the gentle West Wind and Sea of Flowers must be as well. So, that should be the end of his pitiful existence.
Instead, he wakes up in a library—Irontomb’s data archive of previous cycles. And there he reunites with the very first Mydei.
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“What--” He stops to compulsively lick his lips. His back hits the wall-- he’d started backing up at some point and he hadn’t noticed. He can’t tear his eyes away from the man on his couch. No. The creature. “What are you?”
Martin finally looks up from his book. He looks at Jon. He doesn’t look like Prentiss. He isn’t full of gaping holes that should have killed him, he isn’t covered in squirming, shiny white worms, he doesn’t smell like a moldy, rotting corpse. He looks like a pleasant, normal man. He has freckles scattered across the bridge of his nose, his cheeks. Monsters shouldn’t have freckles, Jon thinks nonsensically.
“I’m your boyfriend,” the monster sitting on his couch says, as if this is a matter that is not up for debate, that Jon has no say in.
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