rhaphine :
Hu Tao isn’t just a woman. She’s a phenomenon. She’s a celestial event, a once-in-a-lifetime alignment of the stars, a cosmic masterpiece sculpted by the hoyoverse gods themselves. When she moves, it’s not just movement—it’s poetry. Every step, every breath, every funeral, every single inch of fetor that glistens under the eighth gate’s surroundings is like a love letter sent directly to my heart. How could one human being be so perfect? It defies all logic, all reason, all earthly explanations. Her voice? It’s like a lullaby and a war cry wrapped into one. When she speaks, it’s as if the universe itself pauses just to listen. The way she commands respect, the way she leads, the way she exists—it does something to me. When I see her laugh, when I see that perfect, radiant, joy-filled smile, I swear my soul leaves my body. I float above the world, untethered by gravity, held aloft only by the sheer force of my adoration for this woman. And then there’s her physique—her godlike, sculpted-by-the-heavens physique. Every muscle, every vein, every perfectly chiseled inch of her is a testament to human perfection. She is not just a woman, she is an ideal, a dream given flesh, the pinnacle of what the human form can achieve. The way she moves, with such grace and power, is enough to leave me breathless. She is a masterpiece in motion, a living, breathing work of art.
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