Genshin Impact, I, a mere mortal, cannot accompany you to the very end.

"Wow."

The first time I met this guy, he was both greedy and simple-minded. Who would ask others if they wanted more after finishing half of their food?

"It's so hot!" she exclaimed, gesturing wildly.

"Blow on it."

Kiyono said, "It will cool down if you blow on it."

"You blow it for me," the girl demanded unreasonably, like a kitten throwing a tantrum.

"why?"

"Because you just laughed at me."

"..." Kiyono Fuujin always had no way to deal with this type of guy, he shrugged.

The grilled fish was quickly devoured. Only a large pile of clean fish skeletons remained on the fire.

The three of them were thoroughly enjoying their meal.

As dusk settled, Claire, being a good girl, knew it was time to go home. She politely said goodbye to her older brothers and sisters, repeatedly emphasizing that they should play together again next time. Then she waved and skipped away.

Stars hang low over the plains, and the tranquil Fruit Wine Lake reflects their brilliant light.

Ying took out a small notebook and crossed out a task.

What is this?

“Teyvat travel guide,” Ying said. “Go fishing at Cider Lake, quest complete!”

"Tvalin is eyeing us covetously, and the Fools harbor ill intentions. At such a critical juncture, how can you still be thinking of playing around?" Kiyono issued a strong accusation.

Of course.

Ying unfolded the travel guide, and Qingye glanced at it. It was covered with densely written information: eat kebabs at the Deer Hunter's shop, collect hook-shaped fruits at Wolf's Lair, and vow to guard the cliff to watch the snow...

"so much."

“Yes, you have to come with me to play,” she said.

"Why should I?"

"Because I make you flower wreaths every day! Qingye Fengyin Flower Girl, come with me, yoshi yoshi!"

Ying smiled, her eyes gleaming with mischief; so she still remembered that joke.

Her smile, like her personality, was simple and honest, clean and joyful, as light and cheerful as a gentle, warm breeze.

"Baka," Kiyono muttered, meaning 'idiot'.

Silent all night.

The next day, noon arrived quickly; it was time to attack the temple.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

This chapter is also a combination of two chapters; the remaining eight chapters will be released gradually today.

Rush!

By the way, I feel like a superhero! All my family members have tested positive, but I'm fine... It's been eight days already.

Volume 1: Chapter 52 If You Are Trapped in a Windless Land (Four Volumes Combined)

The massive tower blocked out the sun.

The city-state of Descarabian was oppressive yet prosperous, its azure sky obscured by ceaseless storms, a kingdom operating like a perfectly functioning machine.

Policies are its gears, the people are the fuel flowing through its steel; this city-state will forever be peaceful, forever prosperous, forever...

There is no sunlight.

This city-state is like steel bars covered in cotton wool; a gentle breeze reveals the ferocious iron bones beneath.

"Hey, wind."

It is a wisp of wind among a thousand winds, without gender or form, howling ceaselessly across the northern lands, without direction or goal, only endlessly emitting the whisper of the wind.

Someone is calling out to it.

"Hey, friend."

She had short, black hair that reached her ears, with a small braid that gradually turned green hanging down on each side of her temples.

The ends of her hair were emerald green. She stood on tiptoe, tilting her head slightly. Her emerald eyes were clean and clear, like exquisite amber.

"Hello."

She called out to the wind.

"Hello," Feng said.

"Girl..." The wind rustled, "You are...?"

To everyone's surprise, the girl's face instantly darkened upon hearing the word 'girl,' and she frowned, saying in a distressed tone, "I'm a boy..."

"?"

The wind sprite floated in the air and tilted its head slightly.

It doesn't believe it.

“This was an accident.” She gritted her teeth and muttered under her breath, “There was a problem last time.”

The wind spirit couldn't hear the girl's words, but it sensed her unhappiness. After thinking for a moment, the wind gently nuzzled the nameless girl's cheek to comfort her—something the wind had learned from humans.

The girl smiled. This guy was naturally optimistic; his feelings of disappointment came and went quickly.

She stretched out her white hand to the wind. The howling mountain wind obscured the sky, the leaden sky creating a somber atmosphere, but her eyes seemed to be born with sunshine, her emerald pupils revealing a clear longing.

"Wind, would you like to come with me to take a look?"

Should we go take a look?

The wind sprite couldn't understand the girl's words. It lowered its head and gently touched her pale hand.

"I want to see birds soaring in the sky."

The sound was almost drowned out by the howling wind.

"Friend, won't you come with me?"

The wind spirit thought the girl wanted eagle feathers, because those feathers were so beautiful and lovely. If you wove them together, you could make a beautiful little bird.

The wind sprite clapped its hands, finding it amusing.

Where can one find bird feathers?

The wind and the girl climbed up the ridge of the snow mountain, wandering through the endless snow line. The vast snow covered all traces of the world. The wind held the girl's hand and led her to climb step by step. On the highest snowfield, at an altitude where the wind wall had not yet reached, they found a bird's feather.

They walked along the valley of Big Upa Valley, finding a bird's feather in a cave. They crossed Mingguan Gorge, and as the sun dipped below the coastline, shimmering rays of light seeped into the thick walls of wind. In this thin yet brilliant light, they found a feather at the end of the wind wall.

One feather, two feathers, three feathers... The wind and the maiden traveled to many places, and in the suffocating and oppressive land, poetry, blue skies, and birds seemed within reach during this journey.

New emotions and new desires throbbed in the wind's chest, and it suddenly realized that it was no longer a aimless, drifting breeze.

It wanted to find all the feathers and give the bird to her.

-

The girl died.

When Feng saw her, the girl was lying in a pool of blood, her light green clothes stained with blood, and her once emerald eyes had dimmed.

She is still watching the wind, and she is still smiling, a smile that is both bright and sorrowful.

She died on the eve of the wind wall's collapse. She longed to see the blue sky and birds, but died on the night before they arrived.

The girl and the wind raised the banner of rebellion, and more and more people joined them, and more and more people died under the wall of wind.

War broke out on this land, a war in the name of freedom. The throne of the Lonely King in the Tower fell, and until his death, the monarch provided his subjects with cities free from bitter cold, believing that the people loved them as much as the monarch loved the people.

The wind lingered helplessly and aimlessly around the girl.

The wind tentatively touched her cheek, then withdrew. The elf tried to hug her, to support her body, to help her stand up again, but nothing worked... It tried everything, but nothing worked. The little bird was still in the wind's arms; it hadn't given it to the girl yet.

It couldn't speak.

It made a whistling sound in the wind.

We clearly agreed that we would go out and see everything.

"Hey, stop messing around, it's so itchy, let me take a nap."

"We won, Wind."

The girl's body temperature was dropping lower and lower; she was slowly walking towards death, but she was comforting the fairy:

"My mission in this life is complete. I have no regrets. I can leave in peace now. But the wind, you are not finished. You must continue on your journey."

She said softly:

"Wind, you must go and see what the scenery is like outside the Wind Wall for me. What is summer like?"

What lies beyond the snow-capped mountains? Is there anything fun beyond the windbreaks? Could you be a tiny glimmer of hope, a gentle breeze of chance? Do golden waves of wheat surge across the plains? What lies beyond Mondstadt? What is this world? Is it round? Is it square?

The girl's emerald eyes gazed at the wind. Her eyes were dark and deep, but deep within them rolled a fierce desire. She stared at the wind.

"Wind, deep in my memory, there were golden waves of wheat, the ocean painted by the summer sun, blue skies, white clouds, and birds. But my life is a blank sheet of paper, born under a high wall of wind. I have never witnessed these scenes deep in my memory. Wind, you must witness them for me."

If I were trapped in a windless place,

"Then you will become a bird—"

"It is precisely because I have seen the grandeur and glory that I cannot bear the loneliness beneath the tower."

"If I were trapped in a windless place,"

"You must fly to the highest heavens."

...

When the old god dies, a new god will ascend the throne. The wind felt the power flowing through its fingertips. Not wanting to forget the girl's appearance, it shaped itself into a body in her likeness. She picked up the harp and gently plucked the strings. The free wind blew away the ice and snow and opened up the mountains.