DARLING, DEAR

in merry-making mondstadt does the bell toll ; a city of carefree children who sing of all the beauties there is in being free, adorned with lush hills and a spring in each and every child’s step as dandelions dance through the air.

oh, how they dance ! oh, how they sing ! the children of the wind are ever so gracious for the lives they lead. behold the bards as they tailor tales to trail after your grace, your love lighting the way to a smile on everyone’s face. raise a toast to the gods, for mondstadt to reign king with wine as sweet and intoxicating as your very name !

lo, there goes the knights of favonius ! marching onward in their pristine white armor with a hand over their heart, reaching the beck and call of all who call the land of freedom their home. for it is you, who have planted and spread love in each and everyone’s hearts, that they remember to swing their blades for in this day and age.

may the church remember who to thank ; singing to the stars as do the bards in this land of liberty, lavishing your name with the sweetest of songs riding atop their lips. 

listen close and lend an ear ; hear now, of a windborne bard who weaves a wave of hymns that shoots straight through the heart, guided by the sway of the cecilias as they run along the precious plains that dot starsnatch cliff. 

sunsettias and apples as sweet as ambrosia ; the dance of dandelion seeds and calla lilies as they ride on the wind ; windwheel asters spin around and around again in adoration of the windblumes that sprouted atop these lands for you.

the children of mondstadt, wild and free as the wind, laugh and cry and sing all the same ; for loving you is as easy as breathing, you see. 

cast your eyes to the diligent souls that rest within liyue, bound to you from the moment they took their first breath and down to the very last ; for all of the trials and tribulations that they endure, they do so for you. 

just as the children of these lands tie themselves to their promises between one another, so too are these lands tied to you ; for the mountains stand tall as do the waves dance along the harbor, the jewels that hide within the ground shining like stars in remembrance of your radiance.

noctilucous jade and cor lapis ; qingxin and silk flowers ; the fragrance of violetgrass and the sounds of the sea straight from a starconch ; it is the littlest of things that bring joy to all in hope of winning your heart.

may fortune come to all who receive your blessing, to receive your love that is sweeter than honey alongside your gaze that rings louder in one’s heart than the sound of gold flowing from the earth. 

let the scales tip in one’s favor when the luck you bring can challenge even that of the tides of fate ; for the world rides on your whims, dancing to the sway of your fingertips.

home is where the heart is, and that is where you reside ; for in every nook and cranny, each and every crevice that serves as a shelter, wherever warmth is felt and love stays a little while longer —  that is where you belong. 

pressing a kiss to the glaze lilies that blossom along these lands, a man who loves the earth and is loved in return presses his golden gaze towards your visage ; in remembrance for all that he has loved and lost, here within these lands, he honors you.

inside the islands of inazuma, where the sea kisses the sand as the skies embrace the lands below them, peace can be found through the presence of your name alone ; for eternal happiness can be found through the sweetest of stars who soars through the never-ending night.

a shrine for your sake, castles to capture your gaze ; cherry blossoms bloom for you, petals shaped like a cherub’s lips dancing across the land. watch as even the rain falls from the skies to land down to teyvat, to kiss the lands that you love so. hear now, as the thunder rolls like the drums that ring through the festivals that these children hoist in honor of your name, adoring the world that you have built into a home.

amakumo fruit and crystal marrow ; sakura bloom and sango pearls ; treated so tenderly by the skies and seas, may these treasures trace their way back to you.

waves of wisteria swirl all around, sinking into the sea of silk that sits atop her skin ; eyes made of lilac pointed towards the heavens, where the stars shine for your sake. the maiden made of memories woven from a long line of terrible tragedies and sweet sorrows raises her blade  — for you, she will slay anything that brings harm to your ways.

the bell rings, as clear as the light that shines to pierce through the darkest of clouds on a rainy day. the skies which wept endlessly for you, embrace the warmth of a sun that shines as bright as you.

long has she watched over these lands, from one plane to another as she molds herself into another being born anew ; again and again, like a flower, she blooms into a woman who can stand closer to you.  

here, within this plane of euthymia, she finds solace through the thought of you alone ; for no matter how many wars are waged, lives lost  — she endures, all for you. with one more step towards the future, with all the time in the world at her beck and call.