Zibai

Sky and earth — a fleeting, momentary gleam; I roam like a wild horse among dust and illusions. The wind transforms benevolent blessings into tales, scattering them across the globe; whispering stories to legends softened by the mists of memory, destined for oblivion. But why did you make such a choice? "The Ruler of Time" Istaroth Stories of the Adepti are quite common among the people of Liyue. Like the serene masters of the clouds who quench droughts with nourishing rain in the "Fully Recorded Pure Mansion," and the Golden-Winged King who cleanses and drives away plague epidemics in the "Yakshas: Guardian Masters." They are beings of immense power, revered and admired by the people, guardians of peace in every corner of the land. Especially one order, the White Horse Adeptus, whose traces are found in many books and folk tales. Some say she transformed into a mount as white as snow, helping Rex Lapis gain supremacy over the mortal realm during the War of the Archangels. Others whisper that her eyes, like amber studded with gold, possessed the power to gaze beyond the desolate wasteland of time. Still, they claim she lived forever on the moon, listening to the wishes of mortals and watching over the flickering world of light below. But among all these different accounts, none could fully capture her face, nor draw a likeness of her body. Whether in the midst of tea-time conversations or in ongoing discussions on ink-stained parchments, each glance was like a peek through a keyhole; it only captured fragments, never the complete picture. In any case, she was like a blessed fragment of light, like a wild goose whose footprints in the snow vanish with the dawn. Yet, its past still lingers in the mortal dust, and its story awaits its dawn in the world of the awakened.