"In Teyvat, the stars in the sky will always have a place for you."

You had finally realised the meaning of that sentence- you were about to ascend into the stars and lay among them for eternity. Would Khaenri'ans such as yourself even have constellations? You could not help but ponder, as your breath ebbed away, little by little. The plane between life and death approached, agonisingly slow. How befitting, that the gods of Celestia would not give you the mercy of a quick and painless death.

You could see Lumine drag her sibling away from the ruined nation, a horrified look ever so present. The weary lines of slumber and hurt marked his face. And for a small moment, a short lived respite, you could almost see a scene flash in front of your eyes, of better times. Time is linear, always trudging forward, leaving behind a wake of unfulfilled promises and regrets. He was, but your prince, a royal, a noble you had to guard under the Princess' command. Each day, you would keep guard over the slumbering prince of Khaenri'ah, until the day of judgement arrived.

You were one of the Khaenri'ans to die during the Cataclysm, in a way, fortunate enough to have never experienced the curse which would then be inflicted upon your people. Yet 500 years later, when you came face to face with him, you saw the same expression grace his features.

Should a corpse not be speaking?