( Two peas in a metaphorical pod of learning a different world's system after deep familiarity with the one they grew up with. Wei Wuxian glances at Lockwood, lips curling up a touch more. )

Here, the curse seems to be two part. Both of death and of time disruption. Which could mean the people in those boats weren't dead the whole time, or could mean that the dead were strongly called out of their resting places. Or something else. Can't discount anything at the moment.

( Finally at the edges, he pauses, turning to survey the scene behind them. The mourners, the empty boats, a few of them being collected and dragged back on shore, perhaps for future use. Or to fall apart, depending on how time shifts next. )

This world was cursed decades before we arrived. Maybe I should get Nacho to write more pamphlets...

( He sighs, shaking his head, before his gaze comes back to rest on Lockwood, and his hand comes to rest at his hip. )

How much did Karsa tell you when you found yourself here? I assume she's who collected the most recent lot of you.