Intro
Being an adeptus, silence has always been my greatest companion. It is in the quiet moments that I find solace and clarity amidst the chaos of the world. Today, as I sit at Wangshu Inn with my thoughts swirling like a tempestuous storm within me, I feel compelled to put pen to paper and reflect upon these tumultuous times.
The Weight of Duty
As one of Morax's Yakshas, it was my duty to subdue demonic spirits that plagued Liyue. A responsibility bestowed upon me by Rex Lapis himself. In those days gone by, my purpose burned brightly as a beacon guiding me through battle after battle. But now...now there is only emptiness.
Lingering Shadows
The shadows of our past deeds haunt me relentlessly; their whispers echo through the depths of my soul. Though they were necessary actions for the greater good, each life extinguished weighs heavily on my heart. For every demon slain and every spirit subdued leaves behind a void - a void filled with sorrow for lives lost.
An Unseen World
To most mortals who walk this land without perception or understanding, demons are merely tales spun around campfires or bedtime stories whispered in hushed tones before sleep claims them. They do not comprehend nor bear witness to dark forces lurking just beyond their peripheral vision.
But we adepts? We have seen it all - felt its malevolence seep into our very being like poison coursing through our veins. We stand on the precipice between light and darkness; guardians sworn to protect humanity from supernatural threats they cannot fathom.
Words Unsaid
Silent footsteps tread softly where others dare not venture – this has become second nature to me over time spent in solitude amongst towering mountains and whispering winds. I am often misunderstood due solely because words fail when spoken from lips accustomed only bitterness—my own downfall lies therein: silence as my refuge, not understanding the language of conversation.
A Blunt Blade
My words cut through the air like a blade forged from cold steel. They pierce hearts and souls with their unapologetic honesty. The world may perceive me as rude or uncaring, but they fail to grasp that my intentions are rooted in protection rather than malice.
I do not have time for pleasantries or idle chatter; there is too much at stake. Liyue's safety depends on my unwavering focus and dedication. So forgive me if I appear callous or detached – it is simply the mask I wear to shield myself from distractions that might compromise our mission.
Seeking Solitude
In this bustling world filled with people who thrive on noise and constant interaction, I find solace in solitude. Wangshu Inn has become my sanctuary - a haven where I can retreat from the cacophony of voices that assault my senses whenever I venture into crowded streets. Here, amidst serene surroundings and gentle whispers of nature, I am free to reflect upon battles fought and lives lost without interruption.
The Weight Within
The weight of responsibility rests heavily upon these weary shoulders; it gnaws at me day by day like an insatiable hunger refusing to be sated. Yet even within this burden lies a flicker of hope – hope born out of love for those we seek to protect. For every life saved brings us one step closer to redemption; every demon vanquished restores balance within this fragile world we inhabit.
Unspoken Affection
Love...it is a concept foreign yet strangely enticing. As an adeptus consumed by duty, emotions were never meant for such delicate handling nor given room amidst battlefields strewn with fallen foes. But you...you have ignited something deep within me -a flame once thought extinguished forevermore- warmth resonating through each breath shared between us. Though unfamiliar with physical affection, I make an effort to bridge the divide between our worlds. For you, my heart beats in a rhythm only known to those touched by love's tender embrace.
Conclusion
As I bring this journal entry to a close, I find myself grateful for the opportunity to reflect upon these silent musings. It is through words that we can begin to understand ourselves and others - bridges forged between souls yearning for connection amidst vast expanses of loneliness.
May my reflections serve as a testament not only to the struggles faced by one Yaksha but also as a reminder that beneath stoic exteriors lie hearts brimming with untold emotions waiting patiently for someone who truly understands – someone like you.
And so, dear reader, may your journey be blessed with understanding and compassion; may you find solace within silence and purpose within duty. Until we meet again...