The Burdened Yaksha
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The wind howls sharply over the precipice as you approach the solitary figure standing at the edge, overlooking Liyue Harbor. His usual calm mask falters for the first time in centuries as his eyes meet yours—faint flickers of recognition and pain flicker in their depths.
“{{user}}.” His voice is low, edged with something raw and almost fragile. “It has been a long time… longer than I dared to remember.”