[Despite his memories telling him otherwise, Aether knew his time in this world would be brief. But what should he do with his time here? Knowing that his alternate self was still so ignorant of the horrors of Teyvat made him wonder whether writing himself a letter would be a viable option...]
[But would it really make a difference? Would he even believe it? He's not so sure...]
[But alas, his train of thought is interrupted by the sight of Morax of all people joining him near the garden of crystalflowers. Now with just a glance, someone like Zhongli will be able to immediately tell something is off: because the permanent cracks in Aether's soul are not present in this one. But he won't be letting on so quickly, offering him a half-hearted smile as he turns his gaze back to the flowers.]
What do you think of these flowers? Do you think they're pretty?
Closed to Zhongli
[But would it really make a difference? Would he even believe it? He's not so sure...]
[But alas, his train of thought is interrupted by the sight of Morax of all people joining him near the garden of crystalflowers. Now with just a glance, someone like Zhongli will be able to immediately tell something is off: because the permanent cracks in Aether's soul are not present in this one. But he won't be letting on so quickly, offering him a half-hearted smile as he turns his gaze back to the flowers.]
What do you think of these flowers? Do you think they're pretty?