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Emerging through the threshold of the Abyssal Gate, the knight found himself suspended in an ocean of twilight where dreams and reality seamlessly merged. Expansive skies painted in deep blues and purples surrounded him, and the air sparkled with glowing butterflies, each burning with an inner luminance, casting tales of old.

Floating islands, tethered to the vast nothingness, bobbed in the distance. Upon one, a crystalline tree stood tall, its golden droplets merging with the fabric of this realm. The very atmosphere vibrated with emotions, carrying the weight of countless souls, each having once danced the dance of life.

From amidst this dreamy panorama, the guardian, a radiant figure of crystal and starlight, approached, the realm pulsating in recognition. "Knight," its voice resonated, echoing ancient tales, "your unguided arrival in this confluence of memories and dreams is unforeseen. Yet, your essence, it's familiar and foreign, harmonizing with the cosmic rhythm."

The knight, his coated armor reflecting the myriad hues around, responded, awe evident in his voice, "This realm... it's like a song I've always known. These butterflies, their colors, they evoke emotions, memories I've never lived, yet feel so familiar."

A soft, melodic chime emanated as the guardian tilted its head. "They are keepers of emotions. Their dance, a testament to lives lived and dreams dreamt. Each color, each flutter, echoes sentiments once felt."

Holding out his hand, a butterfly rested upon it, its wings sending ripples of intertwined memories through him. "In their dance, I see my journey and more. Yet, there's a depth to this realm, and to myself, that I'm only beginning to fathom. What am I becoming?"

The guardian's form shimmered, colors cascading across its surface, "You are on the precipice of evolution, knight. A destiny few dare to embrace. In time, all will be clear."

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Jingliu threaded softly upon the crystal pathway, a stark contrast to the warrior-like demeanor she usually embodied. Here, in this mesmerizing realm, she felt almost vulnerable. A master of frost and moonlight, she never imagined a day when she would shiver, her breath condensing into delicate clouds before her.

The realm's coldness wasn't just of temperature; it seeped into her very soul, compelling her to reflect upon memories she'd long buried. Yet, despite this unsettling sensation, there was an underlying pull, urging her forward, promising solace.

The path she wandered upon shimmered with countless hues, reflecting the cosmic palette overhead. With every step, her boots sounded an echoing chorus, reminding her of her solitude. That is, until the path widened, revealing an archway which beckoned with its mysterious allure.

Without a second thought, Jingliu stepped through, and the world transformed.

She found herself on the edge of a vast, opulent pool, its waters gleaming with soft, radiant light. Above, an ethereal void blossomed, where colossal, luminescent koi swam gracefully among the twinkling stars. These celestial beings left a trail of stardust as they meandered, their scales gleaming in shades of violet and turquoise. Mingling with the stardust were delicate wisps of light, resembling butterflies, that added to the otherworldly aura.

Bordering the serene pool, willowy trees stood tall, draped in cascading tresses of pink and lavender, like nature's own chandeliers. Their leaves sparkled, sending forth a gentle rain of luminescence which danced upon the water's surface. Each droplet created a ripple, distorting the mirrored reflection of the universe above.

Jingliu, spellbound by the splendor around her, felt a warmth envelope her. Here, amidst the coldness of the crystal realm, she had discovered an oasis of beauty and tranquility. The sheer magnificence of the scene, where dreams seemed to merge with reality, brought tears to her eyes. She realized that even in the most unexpected places, one could find moments of profound beauty and introspection.

Jingliu's eyes, still adjusting to the overwhelming luminosity of the place, were drawn to a peculiar silhouette near the base of the ethereal cascade. It looked like a secluded spot, framed by luminescent trees, where a solitary figure was engaged in a deep artistic endeavor.

The figure was that of a lady, draped in flowing garments that reflected the myriad hues of the realm. Her posture was that of intense concentration, hunched slightly over an easel that glowed with its own soft luminescence. An ornate palette of iridescent colors rested in her hand, and every stroke of her brush seemed to breathe life into the canvas. Just beside her, a sleek black cat, with fur that shimmered like the night sky, sat licking its paw, occasionally pausing to look up at its mistress with gleaming, knowing eyes.

The most captivating aspect, however, was the art she was crafting. It wasn't just paint on a canvas; it felt alive. The colors swirled, danced, and played with each other, attempting to leap off and meld with the environment. It was as if she wasn't just capturing the beauty of the realm on her canvas, but was also channeling its very essence, allowing the art to resonate with the rhythm of the world around it.

Jingliu, captivated by the scene, moved closer, her footsteps silent on the crystal floor. The painter's humming, a tune as enchanting as the environment itself, grew clearer. The melody carried with it tales of forgotten ages, of worlds seen and unseen, and of dreams that spanned the cosmos.

As she approached, the painter, seemingly aware of her presence, paused and turned. Her gaze was deep and understanding, as if she had known Jingliu would come. The black cat, now alert, stared intently at the newcomer, its tail swishing gently.

"Lost in the beauty, aren't we?" the painter remarked with a knowing smile, her voice echoing the harmonies of the universe.

The painter's hand extended gracefully, her fingers motioning towards the vast expanse above. Floating in the cerulean abyss was a magnificent orb, shimmering with a luminescent glow. Unlike any moon Jingliu had ever seen, it was enveloped in a celestial halo of iridescent colors. Hues of amethyst, sapphire, and hints of rose danced around its circumference, giving it an ethereal, otherworldly glow. Veil-like wisps of stardust and cosmic mist swirled around it, creating an ephemeral bridge between the moon and the world beneath.

At its core, the moon radiated a deep, tranquil blue, reminiscent of the deepest oceans' mysterious depths. It was as if the moon was not just a celestial body but a living entity, its heart beating in rhythm with the very universe it adorned. Ethereal fish, resembling phantoms of the deep, swam around it, their forms shimmering and translucent, casting delicate shadows on the moon's luminous surface.

"This," the painter whispered with reverence in her voice, "represents you, Nighthilt Sovereign. It is not just a symbol, but a testament to your essence, your purpose, and your connection to the cosmos."

As she spoke, Jingliu felt a familiar presence. Turning to her side, she found her Moonlit Guardian, an entity of pure, radiant moonlight. Her form, a mirror image of Jingliu but composed of soft, silvery luminescence, gazed at the moon with eyes filled with devotion and adoration. The Guardian's ethereal beauty was intensified under the moon's glow, her form shimmering with each subtle movement.

With an air of reverence, the Moonlit Guardian raised her hands, her fingers gently clasped together as if holding something precious. Her lips moved in a silent prayer, sending ripples of soft, silvery light towards the moon. Each ripple seemed to carry with it the weight of countless memories, hopes, and dreams, forming a connection between the guardian, Jingliu, and the celestial body above.

Jingliu's red eyes locked onto the painter's, the weight of the name given to her pressing heavily on her mind. "Why call me 'Nighthilt Sovereign'?" she inquired, her voice echoing softly throughout the tranquil surroundings.

The painter's gaze shifted from the ethereal moon above to the striking figure before her. With a knowing smile, she responded, "Conjure your greatsword."

From the depths of Jingliu's soul, a magnificent blade began to materialize. The greatsword was a sight to behold. Its blade, long and sleek, shimmered with the rich hues of amethyst. The blade's edge was razor-sharp, catching the ambient light and casting reflections that danced like stars. The core of the blade seemed to hold the very essence of the cosmos, a swirling dance of purple and blue, reminiscent of the celestial moon that hung overhead.

The hilt of the sword was equally mesmerizing. Intricate patterns adorned its surface, with silver inlays that seemed to tell a story of battles fought and victories won. A majestic gem, echoing the color of amethyst, was embedded at the crossguard, pulsating with an otherworldly glow.

The painter stepped closer, her eyes fixated on the greatsword. "This blade," she began, "is an extension of you, a manifestation of your spirit and essence. The moon above, with its mesmerizing hues of amethyst, reflects not just its beauty, but yours as well. You are the 'Nighthilt Sovereign' because, just like the moon, you illuminate the darkness, guiding those who seek the light."

Jingliu gripped the hilt of her sword, feeling its power surge through her. The name, "Nighthilt Sovereign," felt right, resonating with the core of her being. She realized that the painter had not just named her but revealed a part of her identity that had always been there, waiting to be discovered.

Jingliu, still gripping her newly named sword, looked at the painter with a slight frown. "That's not what we're here for, right?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

The painter giggled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "What an astute young lady," she remarked.

Without another word, the painter began packing her painting kit and gear, every brush and palette finding its place with practiced ease. As she finished, a small, graceful cat with starlit fur approached and began to purr at her feet, looking up expectantly.

Noticing Jingliu's gaze on the cat, the painter chuckled, "This little one always keeps me company on my journeys." With that, she started walking, the cat trotting happily alongside her. After a few steps, she paused and glanced over her shoulder at Jingliu. "Come," she beckoned, "There's something I wish to show you."

Jingliu obliged, the moon glow casting an ethereal light around her, making her appear almost otherworldly. Sensing the change in their environment, the Moonlit Guardian transformed, its majestic form condensing into a miniature lunar moon object. It hovered faithfully at Jingliu's side, glowing softly.

Together, they ventured deeper into the mystical forest. Each step was a dance of colors and sounds, a travesty of beauty so surreal it was almost overwhelming. And all the while, celestial beings, guardians of the night and watchers of the universe, observed them with great interest, their silvery forms peeking out from behind trees and clouds.

... And there they stopped, in a vast clearing bathed in a breathtaking luminescence. The dense canopy overhead parted just enough to allow shimmering beams of moonlight to seep through, creating a celestial dappled pattern on the forest floor. Bioluminescent mushrooms of varying sizes dotted the landscape, their neon hues painting a vibrant contrast against the deeper blues and purples of the surrounding foliage. Glowing water, reflecting the hues of the mushrooms and moon, flowed serenely in gentle brooks, weaving through the clearing and nurturing the radiant flora around.

Every leaf, every petal seemed to possess its own soft glow, pulsating to a rhythm only nature understood. Ethereal will-o'-wisps danced gracefully in the air, their gentle lights playing hide and seek amongst the trees. In the center of this mesmerizing arena, a serene pool of crystal-clear water lay, its surface perfectly mirroring the sky and the resplendent beauty around. The atmosphere was thick with magic, and the very air they breathed seemed to hum with energy.

The painter turned to Jingliu, her expression sincere. "Before you enter this sanctum," she began, her voice gentle yet firm, "cherish the memories of your past. I know of Yaoshi's... eccentricities. Treat them with care, and bathe in the love and tenderness from your other half."

Jingliu's eyes brimmed with tears. A happy smile played on her lips. Long had she wished to delve into her past without interruptions or shadows cast by Xianzhou's repeated tragedy. She took a deep breath, her heart swelling with gratitude. "Thank you," she whispered.

The painter waved her off gently, "There's no need for a godling to show gratitude to an Aeon like me."

Jingliu's eyes widened in surprise. "An Aeon?" she murmured, countless questions swirling in her mind. But before she could voice them, a brilliant, blinding light enveloped her, and she felt herself being drawn into another realm.

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As the blinding luminance gradually dimmed, the expansive terrain of the realm unfurled before them. Towering spires, etched with intricate designs, soared into the skies like skeletal fingers clutching at the heavens. Their form conjured thoughts of ancient civilizations and unfathomable mysteries, and the light of the resplendent moon cast reflections of them upon the tranquil waters below.

Between these spires were jagged shards, hovering like fragmented islands suspended in mid-air. Each shard emitted a soft, ethereal glow, revealing the source of the realm's radiant ambience: countless crystals, embedded within the landscape. They pulsated with an otherworldly energy, producing melodious hums that permeated the silent air. Their shimmer played with the darkness, creating a dance of shadows and illumination. It was as if the very stars had been plucked from the heavens and scattered across this sanctified dominion.

The knight, armored in a suit that shone with a lustrous sheen similar to the realm's crystals, stepped forth, his footsteps resonating across the tranquil expanse. Beside him, the crystalline guardian, a formidable figure draped in robes that flowed like the very cosmos, surveyed the surroundings with an expression of reverence.

At the heart of the realm, where the moonlight converged most potently, stood the figure of lore. Sculpted from a shimmering, reflective crystal substance, it radiated an aura of majesty. Adorned with a mianguan, pearls cascaded down, masking its visage, and granting it an enigmatic demeanor.

The guardian, in hushed tones, whispered, "The sentinel of memories."

The figure's voice, smooth yet resonating with the echoes of millennia, intoned, "The essence of memory is its purity and tolerance. It captures all, indiscriminate of love or loathe, forging an eternal river of existence, hoarding a wealth of ageless sagacity. Within this unceasing flow resides Fuli — the piscine rebel of destiny's stream."

The knight, ever-curious, inquired, "And why swim against the tide?"

With a pause that seemed to stretch for eons, the crystalline being responded, "To challenge the ordained, to question the cyclic redundancies, and to ensure that every memory, every echo of the past, finds its place in the tapestry of the cosmos. I am Fuli, the Aeon of Remembrance."

The guardian nodded, a look of understanding dawning on his features. "The keeper of events, the scribe of destinies. In your hands, the past is never truly gone."

Fuli's form seemed to shimmer even more brightly, "For in every end, there is a new beginning. And with every destruction, there is a chance for rebirth."