[I. much ado about something] [Having browsed through the Literature and Knowledge Wings in pursuit of some lingering questions, Zhongli makes his way through the Theatre Wing in hopes of recovering some of the lost plays he never got to see again, or perhaps some Yue operas. However, as he sits down to watch the first time The Merchant of Venice was performed—]
That can't be right.
[That's Venti? That's Venti. Why is Venti on the stage? That is Venti, the ghost of Venti, and he faces the audience and says with a familiar and bright smile that he is Shakespeare, the playwright, and he hopes everyone enjoys the play.
Zhongli, in a rare state of shock, drops his tea.]
This is... difficult to accept.
[The implications are mighty.]
[II. in all my memories] [After the book has been burned and Rukkhadevata freed and forgotten, he has a deep sense of emptiness. He can't remember who they were looking for, but he recalls exactly what they did, and now he has a choice to make for himself... He sits in the Records Wing on a bench, and seems to be in deep contemplation.
He has two records in his lap. One of them is engraved with the symbol of Geo and embossed in gold and dragon motifs. The other has a cover adorned with something like tiger's eye. Both are rather thick volumes, with the second being slightly longer.
He runs his fingertips over the topaz-like cover of the second record.]
How small and insignificant our lives seem when reduced to paragraphs on a page, and yet each word has so much weight...
When does a memory become a shackle? Are your dreams unburdened, old friend?
[III. wildcard] [Obligatory open option if you have an idea for a prompt!]
Zhongli | Genshin Impact | OTA
[Having browsed through the Literature and Knowledge Wings in pursuit of some lingering questions, Zhongli makes his way through the Theatre Wing in hopes of recovering some of the lost plays he never got to see again, or perhaps some Yue operas. However, as he sits down to watch the first time The Merchant of Venice was performed—]
That can't be right.
[That's Venti? That's Venti. Why is Venti on the stage? That is Venti, the ghost of Venti, and he faces the audience and says with a familiar and bright smile that he is Shakespeare, the playwright, and he hopes everyone enjoys the play.
Zhongli, in a rare state of shock, drops his tea.]
This is... difficult to accept.
[The implications are mighty.]
[II. in all my memories]
[After the book has been burned and Rukkhadevata freed and forgotten, he has a deep sense of emptiness. He can't remember who they were looking for, but he recalls exactly what they did, and now he has a choice to make for himself... He sits in the Records Wing on a bench, and seems to be in deep contemplation.
He has two records in his lap. One of them is engraved with the symbol of Geo and embossed in gold and dragon motifs. The other has a cover adorned with something like tiger's eye. Both are rather thick volumes, with the second being slightly longer.
He runs his fingertips over the topaz-like cover of the second record.]
How small and insignificant our lives seem when reduced to paragraphs on a page, and yet each word has so much weight...
When does a memory become a shackle? Are your dreams unburdened, old friend?
[III. wildcard]
[Obligatory open option if you have an idea for a prompt!]