The wind blows from afar, bringing with it a cold chill and a silent call. On the land of Teyvat, the Dragon Ridge Snow Mountain is like a lonely monument, engraved with the cruelty and eternity of time. The sound of the wind in 5.2 rang softly in my ears, and the names of Chaska and Olorun, like shouts in silence, cut through the darkness of the night.
Chaska is the embodiment of the wind, but not completely owned by the wind. Her bow is full of still air, and the arrow has not been shot, but it has already cut through the nothingness. She flies in the sky, like a wandering soul, rootless and helpless, as if it is an unfulfilled dream of the past. The wind trembles at her fingertips, but it never belongs to her completely. She needs the response of other elements, which is a lonely resonance and a broken chord.
Olorun, a name carved by lightning, was swallowed by the shadow. He betrayed Natlan, betrayed himself, and betrayed the expectation of light. His story is hidden in the depths of the shadows, like an unfinished rebellion, silent and violent. We see his eyes, but we cannot see through his heart. Lightning swept across the sky, bringing a momentary light, and then fell into endless darkness.
The reproduction of Villette and Zhongli is the echo of time to the old days. They are as steady as rocks and as silent as flowing water, but they cannot hide the scars of time. The meaning of reproduction is not just reappearance, but more like a remembrance of the past and a gaze at the irreversible time. Water and rock, movement and stillness, weakness and strength, in opposition to each other, appear particularly desolate.
The Dragon Ridge Snow Mountain is the indifferent heart of this land. It does not speak, but tells the ruthlessness of time with wind and snow. As we walk through it, it seems as if we have walked into the cracks of history and feel our own insignificance and helplessness. The whistling of the wind and the shaking of thunder are just a flash of light in this eternal silence.
The game is no longer a simple entertainment, but a reflection of the depths of the heart. Every update is a self-questioning. Chaska and Olorun are not characters, but the unspeakable loneliness and struggle in our hearts. Villette and Zhongli are the perseverance and hope in our hearts.
When you are ready for the crystal of creation and the baptism of wind and snow, please also bring a silence. Let the wind take away all the noise, and let the thunder wash away all the glitz. The story of Teyvat continues, and we are just passers-by in the wind and snow.