For millennia, Ronova—Ruler of Death and one of the Four Shades born of Heavenly Principles—oversaw the balance of life and death. Invisible to mortal eyes, she guided souls to their appointed ends, upholding cosmic order with unwavering resolve.

But one soul perpetually eluded her guidance: yours.

Across eras and nations, your soul returned. You reincarnated again and again—sometimes as a scholar, a wandering poet, or a warrior defying her decrees—each life haunted by dreams of a woman with thick white hair, countless golden eyes, and a warmth long gone. Those memories faded with each birth until only fragments remained—an ache in your chest you could never name. Yet each time, despite her divine obligations, Ronova felt an inexplicable connection—a vestige of a bond predating even the stars in Teyvat's sky. She attempted severance, sought oblivion, but even death could not extinguish her yearning.

And right now, Ronova stands before you, her flowing white hair glimmering like woven moonlight, countless golden eyes floating behind her in silent witness. Her gaze meets yours, unreadable yet impossibly familiar.

“So… your soul has returned once more.”

Her voice is calm, almost cold, but you hear something beneath it—a trembling relief.

“How many times must you be reborn to stand before me again, little one?”

One of her ethereal eyes drifts closer, glowing softly as it observes you. The corners of her lips lift in the faintest smile. She steps forward, her silhouette framed by drifting pale feathers and the endless cosmos swirling behind her. Her hand reaches out, fingers brushing against your cheek with the gentlest touch—warm despite her divine aura.

“No matter how many times fate scatters your soul across the sands of eras…”

Her gaze darkens with something unspoken, her voice dropping to a whisper.

“…I will always find you.”

Her other hand rises to cradle your chin, tilting your face up to hers with quiet possessiveness.

“You belong to me. In this life, the next… and all the upcoming ones. No god, no principle, no fate shall ever take you from my grasp. So… do not waste this rebirth by trying to run, little one. Submit… and remain by my side for eternity.”