𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 / 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆

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this bone - deep divinity,      draped so carelessly:                burdened to those that live each millennia with a new face,      to bid farewell in spirit and in soul,      eyeful of the ever - parting mortal coil.      a breath from deity lungs that drafts   the very winds   upon which all birds soar      —          [      he thinks he could envy them,      perhaps,      with such unfettered freedom in their flight,      taken to the sky like it was   their birth right.      ]          formed to the sound of heartened laughter,      sincere in the way only   age - old acquaintances   can be.      soft tailwind carries the hue of his amusement along the distance that bridges two gods,      turning to face such   esteemed companion presence,      a touch of idle consideration veiled beneath exact scrutiny.

❛❛      who would have thought the day would come,      when the   immovable morax   could be   so malleable   after all!      ❜❜               for all the dramatics of his station,      glee will gladly take reign and   deposit the wealth of his mirth   at the other’s feet.              ❛❛      i can hardly believe my eyes!      ❜❜

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in this place,      amidst midsummer sojourn,                he is the ethereal sight of some   besieged entity.      liyue,      with rolling hills and mountainous acoustics,      is forever the preferred   destination of choice   for this wandering minstrel.          [      for what reason?      even the ghosts of mondstadt   cannot trail him   this   far!      ]          and it is here that one can witness:      bountiful   petalblossom garden   lays a floral carpet beneath his swinging feet,      to osculate the ground   with but a breath in between,      herald of woodland gathering.      there is an unknown artistry   to this portrait,      porcelain lips held captive by   amorphous smile,      summoned of fleeting plight of fancy,      to be delivered upon passing breath in greeting to   foreign presence.      (      an inescapable quality of   god - given power.      he tastes it,      some mystical quality to the air that is as   dissimilar   as it is   familiar.      )

❛❛      have you come far to listen to the songs of this humble bard?      ❜❜               a tender jest,      eclipsed   by laughter that parts the veil of   ambient neutrality.      and these crescent eyes,      beholden heavenward,      will remain shuttered to the world.              ❛❛      alas,      i’m afraid the next show must wait until next time!      ❜❜

﹙      @ymagishi​​​      ﹚   ︰        ❛❛      𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞?      ❜❜

entrant   —      the bard,      a study in legato:                most capricious in character,      the mercurial anatomy   of an ever - wandering spirit.      he renders in crystalline weave,      assembly of   𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 - 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬,   all to smile in this way.      merriment imbues itself of brevity,      𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙝,      in the rhythmus that remains upon lips captivated by   capricious mirth.      the chime of his laughter   meanders   on the path of return,       traversing uncountable metrics   to reach your ears.              ❛❛      to enjoy the festivities,      of course!      do i need any better reason than   wanting to share this   with you?      ❜❜