I think the point is that beauty is in something that can't last. Like snowflakes that melt in your hair?
( Childe has already started picking some of the flowers and weaving them into a crown. He's deft at it, having done it before, but the flowers he used in Snezhnaya were small, blue Forget-me-Nots and these are pink and a riot of color instead of a pale bloom of winter.
Lumine is different. He'd met her originally in Liyue Harbor and she'd been damnably honest and brave, traits he had to admire even if they worked actively against his interests at the time, and this Lumine seems reserved and cooler than the one he's used to. He isn't sure what changed in her and he hopes it isn't something similar to what happened to him, an encounter with the Abyss that has left a part of him dark and removed from everyone else. )
No two are alike. Snowflakes, of course. That's why we care about them so much where I'm from.
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( Childe has already started picking some of the flowers and weaving them into a crown. He's deft at it, having done it before, but the flowers he used in Snezhnaya were small, blue Forget-me-Nots and these are pink and a riot of color instead of a pale bloom of winter.
Lumine is different. He'd met her originally in Liyue Harbor and she'd been damnably honest and brave, traits he had to admire even if they worked actively against his interests at the time, and this Lumine seems reserved and cooler than the one he's used to. He isn't sure what changed in her and he hopes it isn't something similar to what happened to him, an encounter with the Abyss that has left a part of him dark and removed from everyone else. )
No two are alike. Snowflakes, of course. That's why we care about them so much where I'm from.
( A bend of the truth. )