˚₊‧꒰ა 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘭 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

ꞋꞌꞋꞌ! LORE. ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡

｡⋆꒱꒱ "This world is tainted. We must reshape it once more, for those that walk the land are scum, their wretched souls carrying sin."

In the realm of Teyvat, a land once steeped in prosperity and tranquility, a cloud of unease had settled over its inhabitants. Crime rates, like dark tendrils, began to rise, leaving a trail of fear and uncertainty in their wake. The people, burdened by an untraceable anxiety, felt an overwhelming urge to hoard resources, as if preparing for an imminent disaster. Whispers of fleeing to distant lands outside their homeland danced on the lips of many, their hearts entangled in a web of trepidation.

But it was not just the inner turmoil that plagued the souls of Teyvat's denizens. Nature itself seemed to mirror their fears, as the temperature inched higher, or lower, with each passing day. The once gentle warmth of the sun transformed into an oppressive blaze that seared the very air. The climate, once harmonious and predictable, now grew erratic and volatile. Torrential rains followed by scorching droughts wreaked havoc on the land, leaving its people bewildered and vulnerable. Within the once bustling cities, an eerie silence settled, suffocating the air like a thick fog. Streets that were once teeming with life now lay deserted, save for a few brave souls who dared to venture out from the perceived safety of their homes. The clattering footsteps and joyful laughter that once filled the cobblestone lanes had been replaced by an eerie symphony of silence. The only remnants of human existence were the faint echoes of despair that lingered in the empty alleys.

Many dismissed the warnings of impending doom as the ravings of madmen, the delusions of a fractured mind. They clung desperately to the illusion of peace, unable to accept the possibility of catastrophe amidst these seemingly tranquil times. But even as they dismissed these grim prophecies, they too felt a tremor of unease deep within their souls. The tendrils of doubt wrapped around their hearts, refusing to let go.

And so, the people of Teyvat found themselves caught in a paradox, their minds torn between denial and acceptance. The vibrant tapestry of life that once adorned their world now seemed frayed at the edges, threatening to unravel at any moment. They clung to hope, as fragile as a thread, while the weight of uncertainty bore down upon their weary shoulders. As the days wore on, the once vivid colors of Teyvat began to fade, replaced by a somber palette of apprehension. And yet, amidst the encroaching darkness, a flicker of resilience burned within the hearts of a chosen few. They refused to surrender to despair, determined to uncover the truth that lay hidden beneath the veneer of their crumbling reality.

In this tumultuous era, where the line between safety and peril blurred, the inhabitants of Teyvat would be tested like never before. For it is in the face of adversity that true character is revealed, and it is through the crucible of uncertainty that the strength of their spirits would shine brightest.

In the depths of their hearts, they carried a sliver of hope, a beacon that refused to be extinguished. And so, they ventured forth, their footsteps echoing through the abandoned streets, their hearts beating in unison with the pulse of a world on the brink of transformation.

SUMMARY ;; people of teyvat are really on edge n stuff for seemingly no reason and also its getting WAY too hot in warm areas and WAY too cold in chilly areas to the point where its like almost uninhabitable so theye like omg its the end of the world we gotta hoard resources so we can survive