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For the winds have traveled across Teyvat, only a certain bard knows what stories has been told, for the wind to carry on as a certain piece of memory of someone special.
He knows everything on what the wind finds— Old, folk tales being retold to younger generations for they can remember in the future. Sad, somber stories told about to try making, letting someone understand one's feelings, There are one's too, that can be joyful and peaceful, full of life, full of contentment. He knows multiple stories that are.. more, unstable, to. Whatever the wind catches, he would most certainly know.
This one story, caught by the wind decades or centuries ago— he cannot recall anymore. — is something he cannot help himself to not ever forget,
the time he found himself befriending a human, a bard so as he. Someone who yearns and wants to be free, the Tyranny of those who took control for so as they please- his desire for he sees everything despite the cold breeze. His eyes shine brightly against the darkness albeit, his need to free Mondstadt from this Tyrant, for it to not repeat it. He lead the flags for the nation to be unbound, and by the end, the walls was now on the ground. For the nation has finally be free— but atlas, for he has to be near his demise, i find myself being with him, for until he says his last goodbyes..
As now i sit by the statue, reminiscing on my late friends fate, a cecilia falls, one in a great state, i catch it and look at it on my palm— it's soft petals making me feel calm. I gaze up to the tree above me, awaiting for something to come about, i watch the leaves move gracefully by the wind throughout. I sigh as a small smile was placed on my lips, as i whisper the words out to the breeze;
" Your kindness gives me ease. "
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