This waking world is not the one I knew,
A stranger, bright with elemental breath,
Where crystalflies on seas of azure flew,
And ancient dragons dream of looming death.

I climb the peaks where Mondstadt’s freedom rings,
And trace the stone contracts that Liyue keeps,
Through Inazuma’s storm, where lightning sings
A song for promises the nation sleeps.

Each Archon’s tale a lesson, sharp and deep,
On love and loss, eternity, and pride,
The secrets that the withered chapters keep,
The buried sins the gleaming skies must hide.

I walk this path of beauty and of strife,
To find the truth of my own borrowed life.