A silk red strip leisurely descends from a towering branch — it's origin

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She limps beyond the level her body can exert movement, She gasps for air under faint light atop marsh land, She forces her fatigued limbs to wear the ragged jacket for warmth, She... Loses consciousness

Wuthering Waves... Present...

Upon staring at that thin red piece of fabric that lowers over to you; within a fair distance lies an unconscious girl rested atop an uneven bush — From goodwill — you pull her off into a more comfortable area... Later reaching for the red fabric

Your gesture is one humans are heavily inclined to, it's in our nature to be selfless in testing events, whether it be through the loss of a loved one, a tribulant day, or in our early years, such recurrence that intertwine into the flower shaping the circle of life

You kneel down to the girl's level, moving past her skin that's patterned in mud, gently tying up a bow ribbon by her bang. A sudden intrusion follows after having leaned back to see her crimson iris matching the ribbon's red — scrutinizing your frame

She's conscious

With no hesitation — you distance from her as she rests her forearm over her scissor shaped blade patterned in measurements. Her "choker" emitting a bright flash as she pulls the petal of a flower from her black hair strands

An odd frequency...

"You..."