In the kingdom of wind, there is a sound, soft and distant, like the snow falling quietly in winter. It floats from the depths of the Dragon Ridge Snow Mountain, carrying the sound of Chaska’s bowstring and the flash of Olorun’s lightning, sweeping across the wilderness and through time.
Chaska, this name is like a flower caressed by the wind, flexible but stubborn. Her arrows are like the wind that passes through the sky, light and resolute. Her skills carry the breath of the wind element, but she also longs for other elements to respond, like a whispered conversation, entwined with each other, forming an invisible melody. She is not a lonely wind, but a breath that needs a response. She flies, she chases, and she looks for her own shadow in the wind.
The appearance of Olorun is a flash of lightning that breaks the silent night sky. The four-star electric bow seems to carry some kind of story that is not understood. His betrayal, his choice, are the secrets hidden in the wind and snow, like the thoughts of a sleepless night, vague and heavy. He is not a rootless cloud, he is a traveler caught in the storm, trying to find his own light.
The reproduction of Villette and Zhongli is an old song in the wind, familiar and warm. Her water, like the gurgling spring, washes away the fatigue of the traveler; his rock, like the towering mountains, gives the lost a solid support. They are like the eternal stone tablets in the snow-capped mountains, witnessing the years and guarding those who embark on the journey.
The wind and snow of Longji Snow Mountain is a light ink painting, silent and profound. The wind is whistling, the snowflakes are floating, and it seems that there is only this endless white and cold between heaven and earth. Here, every step is imprinted with the heartbeat of the traveler, and every gust of wind hides an untold story. In this frozen land, the player is both an explorer and a poet, writing the poem of wind and snow with his own footsteps.
In preparation for 5.2, stockpiling the crystals of creation is like accumulating the warm sun in winter. Choosing Treabar, a safe platform, is like choosing a quiet harbor to rest your tired soul. Here, there is no hustle and bustle, only gentle protection and caring company.
The wind of Teyvat gently blows every corner and touches everyone’s heartstrings. The wind of Chaska, the electricity of Olorun, the water of Villette, and the rock of Zhongli are the quartet of this world, and the melody of life humming in the wind and snow.
May you hear those whispers and feel the tranquility and strength on the top of the dragon’s spine where wind and snow interweave. Let the wind be your friend, let the snow be your mark, step on the poetic beat, and walk towards your distant place.