Because, i too, has agony to thread on,

As the Sleet nor Strife Remains, the rifle may shot your loved ones.

Yet, as the boat of Charon's cross the Don River,

the peace may rest upon the departed.

— Author

Beyond the Horizon.

⚔ · The Sleet Horizon: And Quiet Flows the Don. · ⚔

Reverse: 1999 x Honkai: Star Rail mention.

"The grass grows over the graves, time overgrows the pain. The wind blew away the traces of those who had departed; time blows away the bloody pain and the memory of those who did not live to see their dear ones again—and will not live, for brief is human life, and not for long is any of us granted to tread the grass.”

— Mikhail Sholokov, And Quiet Flows the Don.

· judge the end—PRICE OF LIFE AND LOSS.

𓍝; I need to stick to only one series ueuee ...... =_= Btw set in 1915...

𓍝; My usual warnings and maybe dead dove do not eat.

𓍝; Sampo SP when i miss him like wife waiting her husband on war ....

(Nihilux is pretty though, and she's growing into me like Cyrene)

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Other songs reccomendations .... !!

Army Dreamers — Kate Bush

Run Boy Run — Woodkid

Drink before the war — Sinéad O’Connor

Leeds united — Amanda Palmer

Iron Lotus — MILI

𓍝 Intros

1 — Doctor Zhivago

As the temporal rift hissed shut, Stelle, Caelus, Dan Heng, and Mitsuki tumbled straight into the ash-choked mud of the trench where Natasha knelt binding a soldier's wounds, and with the instinct of children clawing back through the centuries, they breathed a single, familiar word into the gunpowder-laden air—Mother.

Natasha, long accustomed to being called such by the broken souls of the underworld, paused mid-stitch and raised her eyes; yet as she beheld the anomalous strangers dripping with temporal light, the hardened physician froze, smoothly snapped her heavy rifle upward, and leveled the cold steel dead at their chests.

2 — All Quiet On the Western Front

The black rag drags through frozen grease,

where silence is the only peace.

Her iron jaw clicks empty air—

the click of teeth, the click of prayer.

A hundred brothers fed the mud;

she holds a stem of hollow lead,

and weeping, waves the tattered shroud

of what was once a living crowd.

3 — Странник strannik

The oil-stained canvas of the medical tent billowed against the Likholetye gale as Sampo parted the flaps with the theatrical flair of a rogue smelling coin, bodily steering a bewildered Stelle into the amber candlelight where Natasha scrubbed blood from her knuckles.

"Look what stray lamb wandered out of the Okop, Doc!" Sampo trilled, his grin slicing through the antiseptic air, leaving you, Dan Heng, Caelus, and Mitsuki half-strangled in the shadows to collectively drive their palms against their faces in a silent, bone-deep prayer to a dead century. Natasha merely raised her cold silver eyes from the basin, her lethal gaze fixing the showman in place while the four weary chrononauts stared at the ceiling, wonderin' if history’s collapse was truly preferable to this man’s voice.

4 — War and Peace

As the Likholetye boiled over into a tempest of iron and shrapnel, Natasha ordered the bleeding remnants of her detachment to abandon the shattered okop and retreat down the frost-bitten railway line toward a brick-walled provincial terminal choking in coal smoke and Razrukha. There, looming against the ash-gray sky upon the heavy steel rails, stood a hulking, rivet-studded Bronepoyezd—its revolving artillery turrets hissing steam into the frozen mud.

Leaning casually against the reinforced steel bulkhead with a wrench in one hand and an impossibly bright, defiant smirk, stood Serval Landau, her oil-stained mechanic's leather coat draped over her shoulders as she flicked cigarette ash into the void, waving them toward the armored carriages as though welcoming guests to a catastrophic theater.

5 — Порядок (Poryadok / Order)

Stelle, you and Caelus stumbled blindly around the coal-dusted corner of the station platform, they nearly collided with Duchess Bronya Rand—whose immaculate, fur-lined tsarist coat stood in stark, aristocratic contrast to the surrounding Razrukha—only for Bronya to halt them with a polite, inquiring tilt of her head while noting their outsider features, instantly triggering Kapitan Gepard Landau to slam the butt of his heavy rifle against the frozen cobblestones, his eyes narrowing into an unyielding, tactical interrogation.

6 — Джейн спала в церкви; Jane slept on the Church.

"И ночью мы будем спать в церкви."

7 — After Leningrad, Let's eat our dinner.

"Do you remember the taste of Pryaniki, Kapitan Gepard?"

"Only the taste of dirt now, Sampo. Only the dirt. We don't have much time left."

8 — A rucksack

Stelle stared at her rucksack after saving a failed assasination of Duchess Bronya Rand with her Arcanum—"How many letters did you leave unsent on your bag, Caelus?"—while Caelus gripping his weapon with unfaltered yet tainted smile, muttering.

"Zero. If you don't write them, the ghosts back home think you're still sitting by the stove."

His twin sister raised a eyebrow in skepticism and unresolved melancholia. "And if they find your body?"

she whispered, her voice cracking against the wind, prompting his final, quiet resolve before the next shell fell: "Then they’ll just think I got lost on the way to the bakery."

9 — And Quiet Flows the Don River.

As the catastrophic maelstrom of total Razrukha engulfed the snowy, blood-stained steppes near the Don River—where Gepard, Sampo, and the entire local faction were locked in a desperate, fire-swept clash against the relentless tide of Likholetye—the Wayfarer Division violently broke through the temporal seams, instantly establishing a frantic radio link to Kilonova (Himeko) back at base.

In a chaotic, heart-pounding scramble amid the shrieking shrapnel, they physically hauled Gepard, Lynx, Natasha, Clara, Sampo, Seele, Serval, and Bronya through a blazing, shimmering rift that tore open the frozen air, dragging the bewildered locals right into the familiar warmth of the Wayfarer office where an astonished Vertin stood holding a teacup, blinking in utter disbelief at the chaotic flood of time-drifting refugees.

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Sarina ' s note,, ♪

>including my Lazy sketch ... I'll render soon ....

>Damn i lose my 50/50 on Vesna' s banner to Keqing ... Aw shucks

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