I write

In the past, when outsiders asked about "Durin's Story" in Mondstadt, most locals would recount a dire tragedy — how the wicked dragon Durin descended amidst a tide of monsters, battled Dvalin across the skies, brought untold calamity upon Mondstadt, and finally fell upon the snow mountain.

And yet, not long ago, when outsiders inquired about "Durin's Story" again, answers varied. Some continued to tell of the tragedy at the mountain, while others would mention a horned youth, and share amusing anecdotes of his embarrassing moments at the tavern and how he and Klee were scolded by Acting Grand Master Jean.

"Has a new version of Durin's story emerged?"

With such doubts in mind, some outsiders would find their way to Mondstadt's most renowned bard, hoping for an answer.

And that Bard would gently strum his strings while gazing towards the distant sky.

"No. Best consider it a wholly new story, a far brighter one."