If I could do it all again, I'd pick Li Bai... Oops, wrong story.
What I mean is, if I could do it all again, I'd never run my mouth to my friends for fun... (tears)
Look at these outrageous, mash-up character concepts! What even are these?!
The important thing is, don't take them seriously... They're just scripts. Believe me!!!
First cosplay transmigration: [Jing Yuan as Isha'mala, storming Scalegorge Waterscape]
“I've been lost for so long, waiting for so long...” The white-haired, red-eyed person murmured, smiling as they stroked their dear friend's cheek.
Watching the hunter raise his sword, they gently laid a hand on the blade. “Would you treat me like this? If it's you... I would accept it.”
“I won't be afraid anymore. My kin are right by my side.”
“Come with me... sing with me... return with me to our eternal homeland.”
Second cosplay transmigration: [A Stellaron twin is just another kind of inseparable bond from the previous civilization]
A young man with his face hidden beneath a wide black hood stood dazed in the street.
When the kind people from the Astral Express took him in, they thought he'd hurt his head. He stayed dazed and silent all day.
When the Emanator of “Order” appeared again, he called out to her in a hoarse voice.
“Presaes.”
A young woman with a face like his appeared, a dark crown atop her head, cold and solemn.
“Even if Originium has turned to tears within us, even if Heaven destroys our universe, even if the sun expands without mercy and devours its children...”
“I'll go with you to the edge of the world.”
“We will never change.”
Epilogue: The gods fell into slumber. On the seventh day, the common folk awoke from the earth.
Oh, you're awake.
Look where you are. You're home, aren't you?
All right, I admit it was just a joke from the universe. But isn't this nice? You've put your divinity to sleep. Why not have a little fun and get in touch with your humanity while you can?
Ignoring the incessant voice in their head, they looked at the group standing before them, all on high alert.
“Hello. I'm ■■■■.”
“I am the lonely watcher, the recorder of stories, a poor soul with no home.”
“You can call me: Truth.”
Theme: Fate, I command you to turn back.