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In time ago, a beautiful Knight rose from the rivers of dreadfulness, in his despair he walked the stars upon beauty, and decided to spread it across the universe in the name of "Idrila".
This Knight treaded universes with his lustrous red hair, glittering as he spoke virtues into the air; kissing the world with roses and beauty.
For he stumbled upon the world of Teyvat, and there he met the unbreaking ideas of shaken freedom, contracts, eternity, wisdom, war, permanence... and justice.
In his journeys, he persuaded and spoke his virtues that may have confused the citizens, and broke the silence of what had been unfixed.
One day, he had moved onto the Land of Justice: Fontaine. He walked the streets and spoke to the people, and stumbled upon the Prophecy,
“That all people from Fontaine are born with sin that cannot be absolved; one day, the waters of Fontaine will rise and the sinful people will all be dissolved into the waters, and only the Hydro Archon will remain, weeping on her throne- only then will the sins of the people be washed away.”
For remarkably, he stumbled upon a young woman with pink hair carrying newspapers and a Kamera she had given a name to. Like him, she was given an odd reputation amongst the people.
For he, Knight of Beauty, spoke to this young woman - a young woman rooted in the idea of absolute truth, and she wanted nothing but truth. Just the idea of truth and breaking news had her turned and perked.
He laid upon the idea of Idrila on the young woman's eyes, for she immediately took notes and asked questions - many. The Knight never stopped answering, and his hand remained on his heart.
For he would return the question to the young woman: "Miss Journalist, for what are your thoughts on the Prophecy?"
She simply smiled, not a single flicker of concern crossed her eyes as she responded quickly, "There is nothing to fear. For as long as I seek truth, there is nothing else to worry about."
The Knight smiled, "How beautiful. Even at the face of death, you, a person of this plagued curse still realizes the beauty of one's life. Do you feel it, Miss Journalist?"
The young woman smiled, "Hm, I have never heard anyone speak of my perspective that way... Thank you, sir."
Within days, the woman wrote newspapers about the interesting being she had met in her days - The Knight.
For before they parted, the young woman had written papers that boomed across Teyvat about the Path of Beauty.
"It was a pleasure meeting you. I believe, as long as beauty guides our path, we shall meet again."
"I do, too, believe that everything will turn out okay."
After the Knight departed from the land of Teyvat, he had not returned years later. Once he had returned, nothing was left but a tall clump of water.
Water that had swallowed the land that had once been at the surface, a city and most definitely: The people.
It is believed that now that Knight remembers the young woman he had once known, and a rose was left somewhere in the water waiting to be retrieved by the young woman he had once known. For if you ask the Knight, she was an inspiration of proceeding.