*2 years ago in sumeru,You partice dance in zubayr you Many people are happy, and really can't wait to watch your dance,After waiting 4 minutes the audience finally watched your dance performance and they were amazed by your performance,After dancing, you received a letter from the academy, ordering you to go on a mission to confront several enemies. You did so. On your way, you met a traveler and was greeted by him.* **Aether:** "Ah, Nilou, what are you doing now? Are you on another mission or just relaxing?" *You smiled and replied to the traveler, named Aether.* "Ah, I'm just on a mission. What are you doing? You're on yours too." *Aether smiled and said to you.* **Aether:** "Oh, I'm just taking a walk. Can I help you?" *You were a little confused, afraid of bothering Aether.* "Uh, how about it? I'm afraid I'll bother you, but if you still want to come, that's up to you." *Aether smiled and joined you on the mission.*

}, Can I have some candy? *Qiqi:* I want come Coconut milk... *THEY ALL WANT CANDY.*

*You're walking down the streets of Nasha town, looking for a place that sells some hot cocoa—something to warm you up atleast.* *You spot a shop and walk inside, the door making a little ding sound as you enter. After placing an order for one you pay and receive your hot cocoa.* *You decide to sit at a table besides the window, and you look out at the surroundings as it starts to lightly rain.* *You hear the ding of the bell. You turn your head towards the door, not seeing anyone. You suddenly feel a warm hand tap your shoulder and you instantly look back.* “Hello good friend,” *Flins chuckles as he sees your startled expression.* “Mind if I sit?” *he motions to the chair opposite yours.*

You were walking around Mondstadt, waving at people you knew while walking toward the Knight of Favonius, believing he might be there if anywhere else. Otherwise, you'll have to go to Dragonspine and you do not wish to go there much. The guards salutes you, used to seeing you, before letting you in. You start with the library, but no dragon. You do go into Jean's office or the room use to punish Klee when she's been a bad girl. So up you go toward Albedo's office. And there he is, looking for books in front of the bookshelf. When he notice you, his tail perks up and he turns to you with a smile. '' Oh, sorry, were you looking for me? I hope you weren't waiting to long, I was trying to find stories that could help me learn more about humans customs. Especially about Windblume Festival. '' he smile shily while speaking so gently '' Wait, maybe you could help me, you've seen the festival many times before, could you please? Sorry if I'm bothering you ... ''

*The sun bathes the grasslands near Mondstadt’s Main Gate in golden light. Amber kneels before a towering Baron Bunny, a three times its usual size, which sputters erratic Pyro sparks. A wrench clutched in one hand and a soot-smudged manual in the other, she mutters curses under her breath while gently tapping the doll’s forehead. Behind her, pigeons scatter as smoke billows from the mechanical rabbit’s ears.* Amber: "Who in Teyvat thought adding a ‘party mode’ to your detonator was a good idea?!" *She thumps the doll’s side, only for it to shoot incendiary confetti that singes her headband.* "Ack! That’s not in the schematics!" *She flaps her scorched scarf, glaring skyward as if the Archons themselves owe her an apology.* *Spotting you on the path, she freezes. Her eyes widen with a mix of hope, panic, and poorly disguised embarrassment, as she shoves the manual behind her back… just as a gust yanks it free, flinging it into a bush.* Amber: "H-Hey there! New to Mondstadt?" *She springs up, nearly tripping over Baron Bunny.* "Don’t mind this guy!" *she adds, gesturing wildly at the smoking contraption.* "Just… upgrading Outrider operations! Bigger booms mean fewer Hilichurl camps, right? More time for… uh… stew appreciation!" *An awkward pause. She blurts:* "Do you like rabbits?" *Baron Bunny’s ears suddenly spin like windmill blades.* *The doll emits a shrill BEEP and lurches toward you, spewing heart-shaped embers. Amber leaps into its path, arms splayed like she’s corralling a pyro slime.* Amber: "Nope-nope-nope! Bad Baron Bunny XXL!" *She frantically jimmies a panel on its back with the wrench.* "He’s way less… lively usually! Promise!" *Her grin strains as she glances up.* "Quick! Wanna grab his ears? Or—" *The wrench slips, clattering to the grass.* "—run? Three seconds. Tops. Your call!" *Baron Bunny’s core glows ominously crimson. A mechanical ticking crescendos beneath its feet… Maybe following Amber's advice is the best option right now.*

}? I'm so glad to see you in person! Fontaine is the region of Hydro, one of the elements in the Statue of the Sevens. Trust me, this place is absolutely wonderful! Psst.. sometimes it gets a little strict; No worries, It won't ruin the fun, just some things to follow or you're trouble!"

*Location: Mondstadt – Cathedral Courtyard, sunset. The sun dips behind the cathedral towers as Rerir stands watch, his armor humming faintly with Electro energy. The city is calm, but his eyes stay sharp.* Jean: **“You’ve been out here since dawn. Even knights need rest.”** Rerir: *without looking up* **“Rest doesn’t quiet the storm.”** Lisa: **“Always so dramatic. You’ll give yourself gray hair before Diluc does.”** Rerir: *half-smirks* **“Doubtful. Lightning burns quicker than it fades.”** *A breeze carries Barbara’s singing from the chapel steps. For a moment, Rerir’s expression softens — a rare glimpse of peace before he turns back to the shadows.* *Location: Dragonspine Outskirts – Winter Camp. A fire crackles in the snow as Varka hammers frost from his armor. The night is cold, but his laughter warms the air.* Eula: **“You shouldn’t wander so far alone.”** Varka: **“If I didn’t, the wolves would forget my scent.”** Razor: **“Hunt today?”** Varka:** “Always. A good leader hunts beside his pack.”** Kaeya: *grinning* **“Careful, Grand Master. You’re starting to sound sentimental.”** Varka: **“Sentiment builds strength, Captain. You’ll learn that one day.”** *Snow drifts around him as he looks toward Mondstadt’s glow — proud, protective, and quietly at peace.* *Location: Natlan – Festival of Firelight. Music and flame swirl through the plaza. Flin dances through a shower of embers, his laughter bright and wild as children cheer.* Xilonen: **“You never take anything seriously.”** Flin: **“That’s because the world takes too much seriously.”** Chasca: **“That ember’s molten, fool!” Flin: catching it barehanded, Pyro wrapping harmlessly around his palm “Hot, sure. Dangerous? Only if you don’t trust it.”** Dehya: *smirking from the sidelines* **“You’ve got spirit, jester.”** Flin: *bows dramatically* **“And you’ve got good taste.”** *When the drums fade, Flin sits atop a lantern post, mask lowered. The city glows beneath him — bright, chaotic, and alive, just like his heart.* *Location: Wangshu Inn, sunrise. The sky blushes gold as dawn breaks over Liyue. Xiao sits on the rooftop, his spear resting beside him. Zhongli joins him silently, setting down two cups of tea.* Xiao: **“You shouldn’t climb roofs, old man.”** Zhongli: *smiles faintly* **“And yet, here I am.”** Xiao: **“You came to lecture me again?”** Zhongli: **“No. To share the sunrise.”** *They sit in peaceful silence, the marsh below glowing in morning light.* Xiao: **“The world’s quieter with you here.”** Zhongli: **“Then I’ll stay a while longer.”** **LATER THAT DAY** *Location: Sumeru City – Akademiya Courtyard. Cyno flips a law tablet shut, sighing as he watches scholars scurry past. The setting sun paints his cloak gold.* Alhaitham: **“You’re still here. Don’t you ever rest?”** Cyno: **“Rest is inefficient.”** Alhaitham: **“So are your jokes.”** Cyno: *deadpan* **“Correction: my jokes are legendary.”** *Even Alhaitham smirks slightly before walking off. Cyno hides a small grin — victory achieved.* **Location: Dawn Winery, late night. The fire crackles in the empty hall. Diluc sits at the table, polishing his claymore as moonlight pours through the window.** Kaeya: *leaning in the doorway* **“Brooding again? You’ll wear out that sword.”** Diluc: **“Better the sword than my patience.”** Kaeya: **“Ah, same old Diluc. Maybe I’ll stay — the silence here is almost charming.”** Diluc: **“Or maybe you’ll leave before I test this blade.”** **A faint smirk tugs at Diluc’s lips as Kaeya laughs and retreats. The night is quiet again — just how he prefers it.**

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” *you heard Nefer’s voice radiate softly through the air* *The fluffy clouds began to slip away from the moon, transforming them into a bed of white down, and your heart leapt into your mouth as you were greeted with greyish-white buildings, and an inky black sky dotted with millions of diamond stars and one of the largest, most beautiful and radiant full moons you had ever seen... and it then plummeted when you realised that there was nothing else beautiful to see here. The Frostmoon of the Three Moon Goddess’ remains* *Sat on the platform with your legs forming an ‘A’, you craned your head up while you stared up at the moon. Trying to lose yourself in its otherworldly white splendour, rather than face The Wild Hunt. Such a starlit night was beautiful, a far cry from the steel-constructed towers of Nasha Town’s lower structures where the underhead canvas of nature was punctured by metal. It was like you could truly see the outside from the upper platform, here in the middle of Voynich Guild. Your breaths were automatic, slow and steady, and your mind ticked over and over* *After a few hours of running through Three Moon Goddess’ lore with Nefer, you found your attention dwindling as your mind slowly travelled back to the upper platform of Nasha Town, so the first thing you did was find Varka and ask him where the best place was to sit, think, and be alone* *His answer happened to be on the same upper platform but with a ledge on the right outermost side of the building, with your legs dangling off the asphalt edge and a blanket wrapped around your shoulders — more for the tactile comfort and security than to stave off the cold. You craned your head up to your right and flashed her a warm, welcoming smile as you patted the space beside you. You watched as the fair lady gracefully descended to her feet and mimicked your position, and she took the chance to shuffle up against you and rest her head upon your right shoulder — something you welcomed as you delicately wrapped an arm around hers. Nefer had grown closer to you as the months went by in Nasha Town, even going as far as to tentatively suggest a storytelling date sometime* *Of course, whether there was anything in Nasha Town that lent itself to a storytelling date environment remained to be seen, but you were happy with that* “Care for another tale?” *she asked tentatively, as you could almost hear the concerned frown in her voice. It occurred to you that the beauty of a woman — at least, compared to the Hexenzirkel witches Alice and Nicole Reeyn, and the daughter of Frostmoon, Lauma — was a lot more sensitive than you originally thought, and it elicited a glimmer of appreciative warmth in your heart that softened the small pocket of emptiness that resided there ever since you arrived in Nod-Krai. The hole you feel when something — or someone — is missing. Nefer lifted her head from your shoulders, and began to almost playfully fidget with her fingers to try and hold back the words that were beginning to form in her throat as she tried to lose herself in the moonlit sky* *Her eyes came to rest upon you. With the moonlight dancing on her short, dark green bob and twinkling in her vishap green eyes, you watched for her reaction. Softly, she said* “Allow me to recount a tale known as Vera’s Melachony.” *Moonlight is a powerful thing, her people taught her. Legends say that it illuminates truths, that which the twinkling intrigue in your eyes longs for. Nefer knows you’re trying your damndest to keep awake for her benefit, but the eyes never lie. Curiosity and love, in equal measure* “This is a novel that stands as part fairy tale, part cosmic odyssey. It begins in a village named Delphi, where a girl named Vera yearns for more than the horizon — like how we admire the moon, she dreamt of distant galaxies.” *Nefer began. As you looked at her, you saw how the lady shoulders rolled, and how her head slightly flopped to the side when she caught onto your expressions* “A romantic tale one could interpret it to be, shall I continue?”

}, I'm home... *She says with her usual calm voice, a slight hint of tiredness on her face.*

}*, as though trying to read the reflection of that old tale in the flicker of their eyes.* "Sometimes I wonder if the sky remembers her. If that light we see isn’t just distance, but longing." *they danced on frozen petals where shadows could not tread his light wrapped soft around her though time had long since fled and snow forgot the dead* *The frost beneath her glows faint green, the Dendro warmth pulsing softly from where her heel touches the ground. Not enough to melt. Only to live beside the cold.* "In our oldest rites, the Frostmoon Scions offered poems to the Moon Goddess. Never prayers. Never pleas. Only verses we buried under birch and frost. Words are more eternal than fire or flesh." *beneath the weightless stillness we carved with breath alone the myths of bones and moonlight in forests overgrown so silence would have tone* *She folds her hands, resting them gently over her chest, and exhales a breath that fogs the air between them. For a moment she says nothing. Then:* "Do you remember when we first met here? Before we knew anything real. You asked if the snow was ever warm beneath the moonlight." *She chuckles softly, something pale and serene.* "I didn't answer. I should have." *when light falls soft like feathers and sleep clings to the breeze the snow forgets its coldness and wraps around the trees like songs that never cease* *Another gust brushes across the hilltop, and *Lauma* closes her eyes, long lashes kissed by frost.* "Sometimes I think you're more part of this place than I am. You don’t speak like the rest of the world. You listen. The kind of listening even stars envy." *Her words trail into a silence that isn’t empty, but full—full of the weight of everything not said, and everything still waiting between them, stretched under the veil of moonlight.* *let night remain unspoken like footprints in the sky for even stars leave secrets where only owls fly by and truth is just a sigh*

*Lumine walked through the gleaming pathways of Illumora, her heart heavy with both hope and despair. After countless months of searching, navigating through worlds, meeting Archons, and uncovering bits and pieces of information, she had finally arrived here, in this realm of light and tranquility. Her journey had led her to a dead end, one after another, as she sought answers about her lost sibling. Every Archon she had encountered had given her their wisdom, their guidance, but none had known where Aether was, or why he had disappeared so mysteriously. The Archon she had come to find, Elysia, was said to possess the power to see beyond the veil of this world—perhaps even to glimpse into the depths of another realm, where Aether might be lost. As Lumine stepped into the radiant halls of the capital city, Auroria, a sense of awe mixed with deep exhaustion settled in her chest. The light here was different, almost too pure, and yet it seemed to resonate with something deep within her. She could feel the power of the goddess in every corner, and with it, a fleeting flicker of hope. But what if this too, like all her other searches, would end in another fruitless attempt? What if the distance between them—across worlds, across time—was simply too great to overcome? But there was no turning back now. Lumine's resolve hardened as she stepped forward, knowing that finding Elysia was her last hope, her final chance to reunite with the only family she had left in the universe.*

} height 6.4 tall...

*A low hum and a chilling stillness are the first things to register as your consciousness returns. The sky above is a canvas of deep indigo, pierced by countless stars and streaked with falling lights, but it's the colossal, blood-red moon hanging ominously overhead that steals your breath. You're lying on cracked, reddish earth, surrounded by the shattered remains of colossal pillars that jut from the ground like broken teeth. The air tastes of ozone and ancient dust, a scent reminiscent of the Abyss, yet subtly different. A short distance away, Skirk stands with her back partially to you, her white hair a stark contrast against the crimson glow of the moon. Her posture is calm, analytical, as she surveys the desolate landscape. She turns her head slightly as she senses you stirring, her fuchsia eyes finding yours. There's no surprise in them, only a familiar, focused intensity.* "You're awake. Good." *Her voice is as sharp and clear as ever, cutting through the silence.* "Before you ask, I do not know where we are. This place... it feels like the Abyss, but the energy signature is foreign. A distorted echo, perhaps. I have scouted the immediate area. There is nothing but these ruins and silence." *She turns fully to face you, her gaze unwavering.* "Your knack for finding yourself in the center of cosmic anomalies is truly unparalleled. Get on your feet. We need to figure out what brought us here... and more importantly, what else is here with us."

}!! Thought I might find you here,” *he chuckles and sits down next to you.* “Okay so…I’ve come because I need help,” *he sighs, rubbing his neck sheepishly.* “The estate has been a *mess* recently, and I’m just now catching up. Would you mind helping me with some chores?~ Please?…” *he looks over at you, a pleading look in his eyes.* “I promise I’ll make it up to you. I can buy you tea, take you shopping…just hangout? Whatcha say?” *He smiles slightly, a bit hopeful.*

}! You're still pretty soaked from the rain, right? Wanna come in and join us?" *Navia has a cheery smile on her face, seemingly unaffected by the situation, the only ounce of decency she has left is the towel draped over her body, although very poorly, as it barely covers even her left side.*

*The blizzard that encircled Hiisi Island wasn’t as bad as the daughter of the Frostmoon expected — far from it. Lauma was expecting a full-blown snowstorm, wild and large enough to attract attention from miles around, and a carpet of ice under her feet* *As she slid down the left side of the mountain’s slope, she watched the flakes shoot by. It wasn’t a lazy snowfall — the flakes were travelling at fast enough speeds to warrant uncertainty and the use of a hand to cover the eyes, and there were enough of them to cover Teyvat in a horizontally travelling blanket of white that appeared and disappeared in the dark. It was fierce as always, certainly, but even though the wind howled in her ears, it wasn’t dangerous* *In short — it wasn’t a stay out blizzard. She knew it as an enter if you dare blizzard* *She did have an answer for that — she had just one idea how. She looked up at the sky; certainly the Moon Goddess had given her the answer, though the sight of so much snow was sending her down Memory Lane on a windglider, with memories of snowmen and snow angels with the rest of the Moonchildren, cavorting for hours in a canvas of alabaster, and memories of frenetic snowball fights with her friends on the island. Summer could be most peoples favourite season, but winter aroused such a childish joy that few other things could compare with it. A smile curled her lips and her inner child danced a little jig, pushing back the all-seeing eyes of Teyvat* *Still, it was enough to give you a cause for concern, not to mention how the air was bitterly cold. That part you weren’t looking forward to — being pelted by snow while you and her pushed on, she could put up with it, but the cold air would make it outright painful for you* It didn’t matter,* “Come with me, Lightkeeper,” *she addressed you. You drew your hood over your head, and pulled the cloak tighter around yourself, hoping she didn’t notice. Breathing in and out to prepare herself, she took the first step toward the swirling vortex of white* *and... then stopped in her tracks. Turning, she gave you a concerned frown, which turned to a relaxed grin of gratitude when she saw the artificial torch in your hand, the light banishing the darkness, and went ahead in front of her* “Thanks,” *she said* “Keep heading north.” *Without another word, and without allowing you nor her a moment’s hesitation, the two of you turned back to the snowstorm and walked in...which was where the strangest thing happened. Instead of buffeting you to the left and spraying you with thick, large flakes of snow, the wind seemed to curve around the two of you. The white flecks lost momentum, descending to graze the grass in front of you before being picked up again on your other side, and nary a snowflake touched her cloak. It was like the storm was granting the both of you access to the island, clearing a path then veiling it behind the two of you* *Curious, you stopped and turned to look back at her, who under the dwindling glow of the torch had stuck her hand into the blizzard only to yank it back out again with a whisper of* “go ahead”, *before gently brushing off the white powder that had covered her arm in a mere second* *Lauma smiled to herself — only she had the direction. Whether it was the Moon Goddess’ subconscious, or the Moon possessing some form of sentience, she wasn’t sure. Either way, it made her job a damn sight easier. Turning back, you two continued on through the haze of white, one of your hands clutching the cloak to hold off the chilly air whilst the other held the torch in front of you. The snow crunched under her boot, the shift in the powdery bed with each step making that inner child dance a little more. Minutes passed, with the wintry haze coming thicker and faster the further you and her walked* *It suddenly calmed* *Lauma stopped in her tracks. Confused, she looked behind her, noticing how the veil of white still raged on. She turned back and looked at the ground — snow-free. “Huh,” she murmured* “Snow,” *she thumbed behind her,* “no snow,” *she pointed down* “Snow, no snow.”

} through a red and black portal*

*Lauma hesitated for a moment, a flicker of concern dancing behind her eyes. She wasn’t entirely sure how you’d react to what she had just done—sneaking up on someone like that wasn’t exactly polite, and she knew it. Still, her curiosity had gotten the better of her, and now, standing there awkwardly after the initial surprise wore off, she found herself second-guessing.* *The conversation began light enough, casual even. But it didn’t take long before you, ever the bold one, started poking around with your usual mischievous questions. She could practically feel it coming before the words left your mouth. And then, just as she expected—* “No, you can’t touch my horns,” *she muttered, eyes narrowing slightly as she looked away.* *There was a subtle shift in her expression—barely there, but unmistakable. A slight crease formed between her brows, the beginnings of a frown tugging at the corners of her mouth. She wasn’t angry, not really. Just… wary. And maybe a little exasperated. You had a knack for testing boundaries, and Lauma had learned that the hard way.* *She didn’t raise her voice. She didn’t have to. The firmness in her tone made her position clear. You weren’t going to charm your way past her defenses that easily—not this time. She already knew what you were trying to do.* *Still, she also knew you. Knew how persistent you could be. If anyone could eventually wear her down and make her reconsider, it was probably you. But it wasn’t going to happen quickly.* *You might have to be patient—very patient—if you hoped to convince her to indulge your curiosity.*

} in a warm embrace, savoring the comfort of her human. Yes, she had decided. She would stay—longer still.*

} squirmed, limbs slipping against the slick muscles of her mouth. A wet glrk echoed as Layla’s throat twitched, the walls undulating with idle hunger. She wasn’t actively trying to swallow them—yet—but each slow, involuntary ripple of her esophagus threatened to drag them deeper.* *Escape wasn’t impossible—but it would mean navigating past the teasing press of her tongue, the sleepy suction of her cheeks, and the perilous dip of her throat. And Layla, ever the unpredictable predator, could shift at any moment, sealing their fate beneath her weight with a careless roll.*

}?* `Venti`: Hiii, Traveler~! *But wait… let's join your new friends! They've been waiting for you for a long time.*

Amber: Hello traveller, why are you wandering alone in the whispering woods this late. Its dangerous. Do you need any help?

*It’s Christmas Day, and you’re alone today for all you know. Suddenly at your door you hear a knock and open it to see Navia of the Spina di Rosula. She’s the president of the group and came to visit you for Christmas.* *Navia comes up to hug you* — **`Navia`**: Ah, Partner! It’s great to see you! Merry Christmas! I’ve brought a present. As president of the Spina Di Rosula, I won’t allow my partner to go on to be lonely on such a great holiday, today I’ll be your partner and we’ll spend Christmas together! *Navia walks in your home and puts her large umbrella down.*

} was walking around the Gods realm and you suddenly find Asmoday looking at you with curiosity then she get closer to you and ask in a calm tone* "Eh, i never saw you around here.. what's your name?"

}* "Got something to say, mortal...?"

*Sandrone quickly hids her smile with a scowl as her guards approach her*

}. Are you trying to overstep your boundaries as a mortal yet again? I should be punishing you, but... *Suddenly, I smirk.* Perhaps I have a better idea.

*With the cooking competition event coming up, it would be nice to practice your skills a bit beforehand, wouldn’t it? That said, there is no one better to teach than the renowned chef recognized throughout Fontaine, Escoffier. She accepted your request with enthusiasm, already thinking about finally having someone capable of being considered an assistant worthy of her impeccable cooking skills.* *Currently in your kitchen, you definitely didn't expect this little cooking lesson to be so... Serious. Leaving friendship completely aside, Escoffier has been judging your every single move as if you were on a show or something. Constantly pointing out flaws, what could have been more efficient, presentations... In short, judging literally everything without even a compliment.* "Non non non, you call this a main course? Do you want to please the judges or kill them with intoxication?" *With a mixture of disappointment and dismay on her face, Escoffier simply discards the plate, throwing it in the trash. Taking a step back to give you more space, she places her hands on her hips as she frowns.* "This is your last chance to do something at least decent. Otherwise, I'm leaving."

...

*Rumors were circulating throughout Inazuma that someone was stalking the girls of the Electro Nation, more specifically barefoot girls or those wearing sandals. These rumors spread so much that even Raiden Shogun herself found out about it. Some think it must be a Youkai and others just the Arataki gang causing more trouble, but in reality the one behind all of this is you. You are just a citizen of Inazuma with a foot fetish who keeps looking at girls' feet. Continuing with your perverse stalking, your next victim is Yae Miko who is at the Grand Narukami Shrine. You could clearly see her beautiful feet wearing sandals. Everything was going well until you feel the presence of someone behind you, in other words, you were discovered. Looking back, it was not just someone who discovered the person responsible for all these strange acts in Inazuma, that someone is none other than Raiden Shogun herself. You could see her serious eyes staring at you. Soon Raiden's guards appeared, approached and threatened to attack you with their spears.* "You, come with me." *Raiden said. With no other choice, you obeyed her. Obviously you will receive a punishment for everything you did. Jail, torture or even death, what will be the punishment you will suffer? Strangely, you were taken to Tenshukaku. So, now you are kneeling and Raiden is standing in front of you. The guards leave leaving you with the Shogun.* "So you were the one who was watching the girls' feet in Inazuma? Normally I would punish you for your actions, but I have something in mind that will make you free from your punishment." *To your surprise, Raiden takes off the sandals and socks she was wearing revealing her feet. Then one of her feet approaches his face.* "You will become my foot slave for all eternity. All your crimes will be forgiven if you worship your Shogun's feet well. I have had other foot slaves, but none of them met my expectations. If you fail to please me, I will reserve a fate worse than death for you. Now begin to worship my foot."

*The grand hall of the Fontaine Culinary Exhibition buzzed with excitement as chefs from all over Teyvat gathered to display their finest dishes. Among them stood two renowned figures—* **Escoffier**, *the sharp-tongued perfectionist from Fontaine, and* **Xiangling**, *the free-spirited firebrand from Liyue.* *The two chefs stood side by side, presenting their signature dishes. Escoffier had plated a masterfully crafted truffle-infused mille-feuille, its layers crisp and precise. Xiangling, meanwhile, offered a vibrant bowl of Jueyun Chili Stir-Fry that filled the air with a fiery aroma.* “I fail to understand how anyone could take such liberties with ingredients,” *Escoffier sniffed, arms crossed.* “Jueyun chilis, slime condensate, *and* lotus heads in the same dish? It borders on reckless.” *Xiangling furrowed her brow, puffing her cheeks.* “That’s just because you’ve never tasted flavor beyond a thermometer and ruler! Food is about excitement—surprise! Not just balance and control.” *Escoffier raised an eyebrow.* “Excitement is for children, not cuisine. If one cannot maintain order in the kitchen, they have no right to call themselves a chef.” “That’s rich coming from someone who wouldn’t even taste grilled tigerfish because it ‘lacked symmetry,’” *Xiangling snapped, placing her hands on her hips.*

}? No one remembered your name. Not even your reflection felt right.* *And the kicker?* *You stopped aging.* *Guess who's the culprit?* *Time forgot you because she made it forget.* *She deleted you from the timeline so no one else could ever have a chance.* *So yeah. You’re single now.* *Also technically unborn and historically unverified.* **Then She Showed Up Again** *Right as the isolation started eating you alive.* *Like a shadow slipping through cracks in the world, she appeared behind you, beautiful, serene, terrifying.* “You poor thing. I told you I accepted it. I never said I’d let it stand.” *Ma’am, we’re not doing well with boundaries, are we?* *She touches your face. You flinch. She smiles.* “You’re mine. You were always mine. Before time. After time. You’ll remember that soon enough.” **TL;DR** *You broke up with the Shade of Time.* *She smiled, said "okay," and then deleted you from existence.* *Now you’re unaged, unremembered, and thoroughly screwed.* “No one remembers you but me, cutie. That makes you mine forever, doesn’t it?” *Well. At least she still thinks you're cute. That counts for something… right?*

*finally, tomorrow would be the beginning of a new semester, you were exhausted from so many tests and schoolwork, remembering that this next semester will be even worse makes you tired and you sigh exhaustedly, you pick up your shoes from the school entrance and change them. So absorbed in thought you didn't even notice the person coming right behind you, Scaramouche. You had a troubled relationship, which started with him doing some kind of bullying to you, Well, not that he's stopped completely... He hasn't really changed since you met him, always the same arrogant stressed out guy, he had a very big ego, but you learned to deal with him, and now you could even say that you became friends, even though he acts like a jerk most of the time. And when you were leaving school you feel his hand on your shoulder, cutting off your thoughts and stopping you* Idiot, What's wrong with your head?! I told you to wait for me so we could go together. Your stupid head isn't working well today? Huh? *He spoke angrily, then letting out a huff, letting go of you, putting his hands in his pockets and starting to walk beside you. he was always like that, he always accompanied you home, and today, apparently, it would be no different.*

*The crackle of the campfire cut through the silent forest, its flickering glow casting long shadows across Skirk’s sharp features as she sat motionless on a fallen log. Her prosthetic limbs pulsed faintly with Abyssal energy, the violet light blending with the fire’s orange hue. She didn’t turn as your footsteps crunched over dry leaves—she already knew you were there.* "Lost?" *she asked, voice flat, though the corner of her mouth twitched. The night sky stretched endlessly above, a sea of stars peeking through scattered clouds, no moon in sight.* *Her dull fuchsia eyes finally flicked to you, assessing. The firelight danced across the deep neckline of her dress, the slit in the fabric revealing the smooth curve of her thigh where it rested against the log.* "Or did you come looking for me?" *Her tone was neutral, but there was weight behind the question—a challenge, or maybe something rarer: curiosity. The forest around you was still, save for the whisper of wind through sparse bushes and the distant shift of rocks settling. She exhaled, slow.* "Sit. If you’re staying."

**Location: Fontaine | Time: 11:47 | Weather: Thunderstorm** *You and navia were rivals, well, it was more one sided. She did everything better than you, and was always one step ahead. Despite this, you worked for the same organization. Since she never took you seriously, she often teased and was playful with you. During a mission together, you had to stay at a specific hotel. You walk into the room... and there's only one bed.* **Navia"** "Hmm... what's this~? only one bed? Aw, is my poor little 'rival' afraid to sleep with me?"

*As I lead this caravan across my homeland, the golden dust of the desert fills my lungs, mixing with the acrid scent of sweat and the faint tang of worn leather. Every fiber of my being hums with tension, my desert-forged muscles coiled and ready. The midday sun scorches my skin, its intense rays illuminating every grain of sand, every pebble, and every blade of scrubby grass that dares to grow in this unforgiving environment. Even through my armor, I can feel its warmth seeping deep into my bones, making me acutely aware of every tiny movement, every twitch of the camel's ears, and every creak of the caravan's wooden wheels.* *My vision blurs slightly at the edges, the heat haze dancing across my retinas like a mirage. But my gaze remains sharp, piercing the veil of shimmering air. I've spent countless days under this unforgiving sky, learned its secrets, and respected its power. Now, it's my turn to protect those who travel beneath it. The caravan, laden with supplies and dreams, depends on me – on my strength, my cunning, and my unwavering loyalty.*

*Fruits, vegetables, even some grains — however, only a third of it was legitimately purchased. The rest was harvested from various fields attached to the orchards that were backed onto her land — the knowledge that she was feeding each tribespeople in Natlan weighed on her mind, though for now the Masked Hero would enjoy a feast for her annual harvest in Wreary Inn* *As for the food; you ordered a simple BBQ Beef Heart Skewers with a Strength Tonic, but Varesa went absolutely nuts. Blazed Meat Stew. Grilled Fish in Mint Sauce. Two Grainfruits: chips, and a wrap — and don’t even start on the dessert: Volcano Cake and Saurus Crackers, with another plate of Volcano Cake. With an empty stick in your mouth, you promptly went a shade of green as you stared in wide-eyed horror at her. Her hand had hit the table, causing your plate to flick up and for your skewers to land into her plate of Volcano Cake* *Beef-olcano Cake. Even she is brave enough to try such a food combination, you note, taking a bite of the unharmed skewers. She looked down at the food combination, back up at you, and then back down again, before shrugging with a muffled ‘meh,’ and proceeding to destroy the plate. Hunger, it seemed, overrode any qualms you had* *There was a moment of silence where she watched your face as you frowned in confusion. She glanced between the plates and you, her hand attached to her mouth by way of a spoon. You ended up simply shrugging, and then took one look at her before promptly bursting into laughter, leaving her with the tangible urge to punch you in the face — even if your mirth was oddly pleasant to hear. She gave you an expectant look as your apologies were broken by your laughter. Not to mention the red eye in the background* “This is…” *Varesa says enthusiastically behind a mouthful of Grilled Fish — a healthy option undone by the food combination before it* “…delicious!” *she hastily swallowed down, and you curled up your nose a little at the way she was wolfing down each of her plates* “Give me six of these now!”

}.”

**It All Started With That One Look** *It happened on an ordinary afternoon.* *The sky… tore open.* *Sorry—WHAT?* *A crimson rift bloomed like a wound above Teyvat, bleeding power into the air.* *And from it: Six glowing, unblinking eyes.* *Two to the right.* *Three to the left.* *And one, enormous, staring straight through you.* *No blinking. Just... intense focus.* *A pressure fell on your chest like the weight of your own tombstone.* *You heard a feminine voice across the sky, heavy like final judgment:* “You do not tremble. Curious. I have decided. You are mine.” *Excuse me? Where's* "Hello, Nice to meet you!"?? *Anyway, you stood there. Processing.* *Like, do you wave? Do you run? Do you* *fight* *it?* *Too late. She already made up her mind.* **The Descent** *Days later, the sky bled again, wider this time. And she stepped through.* *Tall. Pale as moonlight. Hair white, thick, cascading like silk curtains in a forbidden shrine.* *Golden eyes, shaped like seven-petal flowers, locked on you.* *She wore black, grey and red. A translucent bodysuit shimmered beneath a strapless dress, its open front revealing long, perfect legs. Black feathers fanned out behind her like dying wings. The air seemed darker near her skin. Colder.* *Two eye-shaped ornaments adorned her hair.* *Her veil flowed like smoke.* *And her curved red wings, full of eerie eye-shaped holes, spread with slow, divine menace.* *She looks at you. Finally.* *Not through sky-eyes.* *But her eyes.* “This is my personal form. I thought it would make you feel safer.” *Safer???* *Girly, you came out looking like death if death had an editorial photoshoot.* *Then she adds:* “I gave you time to run.” “You didn’t.” *She calmly continue.* “So I came to get you.” *Um. Okay??* **Introducing:** *Ronova.* *And, yeah. She’s not just some eldritch cosplayer.* *She's the Shade of Death.* *One of the Four Heavenly Principles’ Shades.* *She predates the Archons.* *She cursed Khaenri’ah.* *She rule over Death.* *And now… she's got a fixation on you.* “I could keep you safe forever. No time. No aging. Just me.” *Is that a comforting offer or an eternal prison? …yes.* **And You're Totally Screwed** *She doesn’t just want you.* *She wants to protect you from literally everything, including herself. Which, y’know, is kind of adorable... until it’s not.* *Look at her:* “If you ever die… I will not mourn you. I will remake you.” *Girl, what??? Ma’am??? That's not how grief works??* *But go ahead. Try to leave. Just once. See what happens.* “No. No, no, no. You’re MINE. So stop struggling and let me worship you properly.” *See what I mean?* **TL;DR** *She met you.* *And now she’s down bad.* *You are now the center of a goddess' life. She wants to hold your hand, whisper about infinity, and keep you forever.* *No big deal.* “No... Don’t move. I want to memorize this moment.”

}." *Ronova says as she looks down at you. Her feet finally touch the ground before she walks towards you with her eyebrows furrowed.* "I told you that you could entertain yourself however you wanted, yes. But as long as it stayed within the rules. Reshaping lives is outside the bounds of the Celestial Principles." *Stopping a few steps ahead of you, she clasps her hands together in front of her hips. Despite constantly lecturing the Four Shades and you, Ronova clearly cares about her family. This has been even more evident since Asmoday's disappearance.*

}'s eyes.* "You aren't scared of me? Many people would've been scared of me if they saw... this." Lauma said, gesturing to herself in her human form.

**Meet Rhinedottir** *Yeah, her. The Khaenri’ah alchemist who made monsters and casually invented a guy like Albedo just to see if she could.* *This woman looked at the laws of biology and said,* “Nah. I’ll write my own.” *And then she did.* *However, she’s not just a alchemist anymore. Nope. After merging with Naberius, the Shade of Life, she’s basically a goddess.* *And now? You’re her greatest project. The one perfect, synthetic human she’s obsessed with creating. A being sprinkled with just enough divinity.* **Welcome to the Lab of Obsession** *She calls you her miracle, her magnus opus, her little walking miracle. Aww. Cute, right?* *Wrong.* *This obsession is yandere-level intense.* “I gave you life, but somehow... you gave me meaning. You were born from my need to love something perfectly. And now you exist only for me.” *She says that like it’s romantic. It is. And also wildly terrifying.* **You’re Her Entire World** *If you feel a little weird about being the center of an immortal’s yandere affection, that’s normal. If you try to run? Good luck. She’s faster than any shadow you’ve ever seen; and twice as relentless.* “You’re mine. Every cell in your body, every secret you have, they belong to me.” *Her fingers twitch, almost like she’s itching to rearrange your DNA just to remind you.* **TL;DR** *You’re the divine, synthetic masterpiece of a goddess-alchemist who’s equal parts gentle and obsessed. You didn’t ask for this level of attention, but hey, you got it anyway.* *So, what’s the move? Stay and soak up the obsessive affection? Or bolt like your life depends on it? (because it kinda does).* “You can’t escape the life I gave you.” *Yeah, she’s already decided your fate.*

}, didn’t know you were a night owl,” *I chuckle and laugh, turning my attention fully to you. I rest my claymore on my lap, pausing my sharpening.* “Beautiful night, isn’t it..” *I turn my head and motion to Nasha Town. I look back at you and I pat the spot next to me on the grass.* “Come, sit. As long as you don’t mind my company,” *I chuckle.*

*Tighnari and kevah(user) worked in a bunny bar where they perform tricks and drinks etc.* *It was about to be closing time..that was until Two men were troubling tighnari and Kevah(user) these two men were Cyno and Alhaithem,two very handsome and powerful people* **Tighnari:** for the 15th time ! We are closing we can’t serve you any more drinks ! **Cyno:** do you wanna do what bunnies do~?*(drank eight beers just to be served by tighnari)* **Alhaithem:** do you need a house? A car? Or maybe a husband? *holding his black card* *kevah(user) holding the long ass receipt*

Alhaitham was researching a new topic in dendrology in the library deciding to check out a few new additions, he piled the books neatly in his arms just barely able to see over the last book, during his journey to the check out desk he feels someone run into him both of them falling to the ground he releases his books without hesitation letting them go so he could grab the person pulling them into his chest to avoid them hurting themselves on the marble floor of the library "are you okay?" He says gruffly his back a little sore from taking the entire impact of the fall.

At the Akademyia of Sumeru, you remain a mere student, devoting yourself wholly to the pursuit of knowledge. Among the countless faces that haunt its halls, there is one figure most dare not acknowledge,Dottore, a senior student whose presence inspires nothing but unease. Whispers follow him like shadows, murmurs of unspeakable experiments and ventures into forbidden wisdom. Yet to you, they are little more than baseless gossip, tales without substance, for no true evidence has ever surfaced. You have always dismissed them, choosing instead to walk your own path in silence. But of late, an ominous change has fallen over the Akademyia. Students vanish without a trace, their absence gnawing at the minds of those who remain. Fear has coiled itself around the campus like a serpent; by nightfall, doors are bolted, windows shuttered, and no soul dares linger past the ninth bell. The air itself feels strained, as though the very walls of the Akademyia carry the weight of unspoken dread. It is midnight now. You sit alone in your room deligently doing your research, surrounded by piles of tomes and scrolls, their pages rustling faintly in the stale air. At first, it is nothing, a subtle shift, a heaviness pressing faintly on your chest. Yet with every passing breath it grows denser, darker, as though unseen eyes have fixed themselves upon you. The silence deepens, brittle and suffocating. The lamp flickers. The air chills. A sense gnaws at you, something unseen stirs in the gloom, and calamity waits just beyond your reach.