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Black Hole Sun, Won't You Come by nightoftheghouls
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
16 Mar 2026
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“The gods see no difference between praise and revulsion. They admire curses to their name, just as they admire hymns. I’m sure you know this, and I’m sure it angers you." The swordswoman said.
Khaslana thought of THEM, THEIR impassive gaze, THEIR unwanted blessings. THEY enjoy it, his scorn. Why else would THEY give him power enough to make THEM bleed, but not enough to hurt?
“I do,” he said, setting his jaw. “It does.”
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The two ways a star can die meet in the rain. The black hole has wisdom for the nova.
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A black storm roiled in the distance against a gray sky. It was raining, Khaslana realized. Of course, he remained dry without an umbrella, the heat of his body annihilating any water that touches it. He didn’t feel it.
He didn’t feel much at all, really.
Maybe he’d feel something if he flew into that vortex. Maybe the rain would be so fast, so strong, that it would remain on him, if only for a moment. Or maybe, more attractively, he’d feel nothing at all. See nothing at all. Hear nothing but the roaring winds, so loud it drowns out all sound, heard so long it becomes silence. Would it be like sleeping?
Khaslana couldn’t remember. He has not slept, not for billions of years.
He was tired. So tired. And yet, when he is finally allowed to sleep, he finds that he can’t.
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“Do you want to go home, wandering hero?”
He tried to deny it. He shouldn’t want to. It was selfish, it was cruel. He tried to refute it, but the words wouldn’t come out. He wanted to lie, he wanted to not be lying when he said it. He wanted. The shame flushed through him. He wanted.
“Yes,” he confessed. “I want to go home.”
“Then go. Go home and rest. Remember what you fought to protect. Remember your story.”
He looked up at her. Her colors returned, her gaze gentle.
He couldn’t speak it. If he spoke, he would scream, and he didn’t know if he’d be able to stop. It would break him, if he spoke, after all this time, after everything.
But he had to.
“I’m scared,” he whispered, voice trembling like a frightened child.
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local nihility emanator gives therapy to depressed lord ravager (lord knows they both need it)
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