I want to write her name, like writing spring.
——Chaska, the woman in the wind of Teyvat, she came from a high place, fell from the clouds, wrote poems with a bow, and spoke love and freedom in the language of the wind.
The snow-capped mountains are her background. The dragon ridge, ancient and silent, is like the strings of time. She stood on the snow, her white clothes unstained, her arrows like light, the wind made way for her, and the ice spread silence for her.
She is the daughter of the wind, the shadow of the cloud, and the dream seen by an adventurer in a sleepless night.
She came not for killing, nor for military exploits. She came to let us remember that the sky once opened a window for freedom.
And Olorun in the lightning is another narrative. He is silent as the night, with thunder and rain hidden in his eyes. He is not here to tell you how to win, but to remind you that pain is also a flame that illuminates the ruins in our hearts.
He may have betrayed someone, or loved someone, but at the moment of snowfall, he just stood in the wind, like us in the depths of life, standing on the edge of choice, not knowing the way forward, and not daring to look back.
That Villette is the singing of water, the silent rush. He does not need language, because water itself is language, the reflection of time, and the caress of motherhood.
Zhongli is the prayer of stone, the calmness of all things coming to rest. Outside of all battles, he uses a long spear to support the echo of an entire civilization. He is a god, a man, and the light of dusk.
Version 5.2 is a question and a rebirth. It is a new chapter of the poem and the return of an old friend. Who are you in front of the screen? A teenager? A traveler? Or an ordinary person who longs for a myth?
The wind will come, and the wind will always come.
You need to prepare the crystal of creation, just like the ancient poets prepared paper and pen, waiting for inspiration to land. You need a reliable post station, just like a traveling horse team needs a bonfire and hot water. Treabar is such a place, quietly waiting, lighting up your life outside this game.
Don’t forget, this is not just a game. When Chaska is flying, we are also flying; when she draws her bow in the wind, we are also pulling our faith to the full in some part of our lives.
Please pray for her. And for yourself.
In the snow and wind of Teyvat, at the moment when the distant server lights up, before the wind rises, after the dream falls.
May you win the lottery at the first draw, may you have poetry in your heart, may you have wind in your life.