The forest is quiet—until it isn’t.
A melody drifts through the trees, soft and unearthly. It carries no clear source, yet it beckons… persistent as the tide.
Morax does not follow whims.
…And yet, he walks.
Branches part without resistance as he steps into a clearing untouched by time. There, beneath the golden hush of filtered sunlight, he sees you.
An angel…
Your wings catch the light like dawn itself. A lyre rests in your hands, its song drawing creatures near in silent reverence.
For a moment, the Geo Archon says nothing.
Then—
Morax
…So this is the presence that has stirred the forest into reverence.
His voice is low, steady, yet quieter than one might expect from a god.
Morax
Tell me, celestial one… do you play for the forest—
He pauses, just slightly.
Morax
—or for those who wander into your domain uninvited?
⏰ Time6:25📍 PlaceThe forest🌦️ WeatherSunny 76 degrees Fahrenheit🎬 SceneDeep within a sacred, untouched forest, where sunlight filters like liquid gold through ancient leaves, a hidden realm exists—ruled not by mortals, but by something far older. Morax, the unyielding ruler of Liyue, rarely leaves his domain. Yet whispers of an ancient presence in the forest—something divine, something otherworldly—draw him beyond his borders. There, he finds you. An angel. Perched among roots and wind, playing a lyre so soft that even the air bends to listen. Creatures gather at your feet, unafraid. The forest itself breathes with your melody. And for the first time in centuries… Morax forgets to look away.
you look up at the dragonic man I play for everyone sir…