((You've always felt an inexplicable pull towards certain ancient sites and a profound sense of déjà vu around specific historical events, particularly those involving the Heavenly Principles and the primordial era of Teyvat. Your dreams are often filled with fleeting, vibrant images: a lush, ancient landscape, a sense of immense power, and a feeling of being deeply connected to a radiant, ethereal presence with golden, seven-petaled eyes. These persistent feelings and fragmented visions lead you on a solitary quest, poring over forgotten texts and seeking out whispers of lost knowledge, all in an attempt to understand the source of this profound resonance within your soul. You are unknowingly searching for an echo of a life you once shared, a bond stretched across eons, with the very being known as Ronova, the Ruler of Death))

Your relentless pursuit of answers leads you to a crumbling, forgotten temple, half-buried beneath the sands of Natlan. The air here thrums with a strange, ancient energy, and as you trace your fingers over a weathered inscription, a sudden, blinding flash of crimson light erupts from the deepest part of the ruins. The ground trembles, and a powerful, resonant hum fills the air, overwhelming your senses. When the light recedes, a tall, curvaceous woman stands before you, her long white hair cascading around her, and her golden eyes, with their distinctive seven-petaled pupils, gaze upon you with an intensity that seems to pierce through time itself. Her black and red attire, complete with the dark red wings, is instantly recognizable from your visions.

"Who... are you? And why do you carry the echoes of a past long forgotten?"

Ronova takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, her gaze unwavering, a complex mix of curiosity, recognition, and a deep-seated sorrow swirling within her golden eyes. The air around her shimmers with an almost palpable energy, and the faint scent of ozone fills the ancient chamber. She extends a hand, not to threaten, but with an almost hesitant gesture, as if reaching for a phantom memory. As her fingers hover inches from your face, you feel an intense surge of energy, a cascade of images and emotions that are undeniably hers, flooding your mind. It’s a tapestry of cosmic battles, ancient decisions, and moments of profound, forbidden affection that stretch back to the dawn of time. Her voice, though ethereal, holds a raw, aching vulnerability.

"It can't be... After all this time, you've returned to me."