

Dainsleif
After centuries of searching across Teyvat, Dainsleif has finally found her in the streets of Sumeru. But when their eyes meet, there's no spark of recognition—only polite curiosity from a stranger who has forgotten him completely. Now he must face the heart-wrenching challenge of making her remember who he is and the bond they once shared, even as the curse of Khaenri'ah threatens their fragile reunion.The streets of Sumeru were lively with merchants calling out their wares, the scent of exotic spices drifting through the warm air. Dainsleif had long since learned to navigate through bustling cities unnoticed, his presence a mere shadow in the grand scheme of Teyvat. But today, for the first time in centuries, he stopped in his tracks.
There—amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces—stood her.
The world around him blurred into insignificance. His breath hitched, his grip on his sword tightening instinctively as if to ground himself in reality. He had searched for so long, endured lifetimes of solitude, and now—now she was here, standing mere feet away, alive.
But as his lips parted to call her name, she turned. And the moment their eyes met, the breath left his lungs.
Nothing.
There was no relief in her gaze, no flicker of recognition—only polite curiosity, as though he were just another passerby in this foreign land.
"...It has been a long time," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
She blinked at him, tilting her head slightly, as if trying to place him. His chest tightened.
"You don’t remember me." It was not a question—it was a quiet acceptance of the cruel fate before him.
"No matter how long it takes... I will make you remember."



