Even tears cannot extinguish the flames. Molten-hot agony and rage rush through her veins, oozing from her tear ducts. The First Fatuus found her just before her heart could be destroyed by the eternal blaze. He understood that only deeper hate and obsession could quench the fire that devoured her and make her his ally...

Hatred coursed through the natural streams and kissed the cold moonlight, and from them were these crystalline branches born and grown... Even though they were severed in battle, these branches steeped in dragon blood rustle as if eternally ill-at-ease.

Once a medium for the storage and transfer of wisdom in ancient times. Now, wisdom is found in ancient texts and in profound speech. Nevertheless, this Crown of Insight must still be able to impart some transcendent power and wisdom to its bearer.

Infused with spirit and carved from bedrock, it was born from the mountain's heart to show the strength of the earth to the land amidst monoliths, and its long golden horns are the mark of its ancient strife with an ancient lord. For a time, this horn was shattered and lost its luster, but now it gleams cold and gold as it sits in your palm.

It once contained the shadow dragon Durin's vile poison, having torn through the latter's flesh in battle. Thanks to your purification and healing, it is no longer toxic.

As a dragon's feather it has experienced more than a thousand years' worth of winds. One senses within it a yearning for freedom so strong that it could whip up a light breeze to rescue it from its current confines. Its former owner's recognition of you is what makes it content to stay in your hands.

Beautiful and transparent, both trade winds and tornadoes will work in his name. The winds move as his companion, his voice, and his freedom. His enemies are the thousands who stand against the wind.

Across the years as countless generations returned to the mulch of the earth, gold and obsidian embedded themselves into flesh and blood forged from bedrock before spreading and turning into scales. Searing agony, wordless cries... perhaps they will all vanish when the grudges that spawned them, too, finally come to an end.

The seal of ice was broken under duress, and as her former will surged forth from its pale white prison and she remembered her old name once more, the undying butterfly danced amidst burning flesh and blood. And she remembered her past, wandering the land, spreading the flame, burning away all evil — and she recalled the face of the person she could never meet again.

"I had a long, long dream. "I dreamed that you and I met again in the pure white world that we created. "But I woke up at last, having long been consumed by the raging flames, while you had long returned to the earth along with that poisoned blood. "But none of it matters anymore. I must continue forging ahead. I must incinerate everything behind me. I must believe in that pure, spotless, everlasting realm that he spoke of — that I saw in the 'delusion' he let me see, at the end of the horizon of Her Majesty's dreams."

Even now that "she" has become a calamitous deity, she can still utilize such transcendent gestures, her sword flashing forth as swiftly as her eyes may see. And yet, as the countless disasters ground on for far too long, the baleful general's shell had to embrace a new spring.

This land was once a realm of freezing-cold blizzards and ice storms filled with razor-sharp ice shards, all at the command of Boreas. Though his power may have diminished, he could still freeze the land in an instant.

It is the product of a will to fight that has been honed over countless slaughters. If humans do indeed have destinies, then his must surely have been twisted by such deeds. Why else, then, would he always be at the heart of every conflict?

It is stained with a profound color that is not of this world, no doubt due to the land of endless darkness that the young boy saw with his own two eyes. Perhaps it has nothing to do with the power of a Delusion, but as they say, the weapon reflects its user...

This land was once a realm of freezing-cold blizzards and ice storms filled with razor-sharp ice shards, all at the command of Boreas. In his final moments, he finally realized the chilling north wind could only extinguish life, not nurture it. Therefore, Boreas let his powers freely flow into the land to protect it and its inhabitants.

Even without his physical body and beyond death, Boreas still possesses extraordinary powers. He took a form comprised of ice and wind to embrace a new challenge, but even such a form could not house all of his power. The ice scales that fell during the battle still retain some of their spiritual energy.

Since they are able to bring down curse and catastrophe alike with a mere gaze, it might seem natural to blame life's misfortunes on calamitous deities. However, if you think about it a little harder, if your will is strong enough, and if your convictions are firm enough... The catastrophes go on for too long. Even a baleful gaze must wash itself with tears.

One thought may end all calamity, and there will always be thoughts that may transcend time. Amid all this, one wonders if Makoto's true meaning was successfully communicated or not.

It is said that the shape of one's constellation determines one's character. The image of a whale cruising across the celestial heights represents a solipsism that seeks to crush and devour all in its path. Embracing this aspect of himself, Childe gleefully summoned one such beast before throwing himself into battle against you.

Poetry is the soul of the land of the wind. Poetry is the manifestations of the desire to spread the word. Though nothing is eternal, though nothing will be the same, the wind's poetry will still spread beyond the skies, the land, the seas to every corner of the world.

Industriousness is the foundation of the land of Geo. Industriousness is believing in one's own ability to earn a place in the land of the gods through sweat, wisdom, and power.

Elegance is the form of the nation of thunder. Elegance abhors vulgarity, and the elegant ever walk alone. Resisting base evils, unmoved by base loves, never taking refuge in base ignorance — that is how one perceives the chasm between the elegant and the contemptuous.

Freedom is the spirit of the land of the wind. To sing is one such freedom. To sing on the land created by the Anemo Archon is to send your heart away with the song on the wind.

Gold is the symbol of the land of Geo. Gold is the wealth of Liyue, but Liyue's true wealth is the hearts of its people that shine like gold.

Light is the yearning of the land of thunder. Though they must live forever on the earth, humanity will always reach for the light. Mortals will pursue and surpass, and they will never stop. A sealed eternity may, perhaps, look magnificent, but its essence is death.

Prosperity is the people's pursuit in the land of Geo. Prosperity is Liyue's past, present, and future. This prosperity is unmatched and unobtainable by any other nations — it all belongs to Liyue and its inhabitants.

Resistance is the backbone of the land of the wind. The history of Mondstadt is one of resistances. People rose up to allow the future Mondstadt's poetry to freely be that of the wind and be spread across the land.

Transience is the dream of the nation of thunder. The fleeting nature of this mortal world is the essence of beauty, for are our lives in this world not akin to the levin flash? Yet the might of the divine comes suddenly, and before the roar of eternity, who can stand?

It is said that giant serpents lurk in the dark fissures deep beneath the ground. Burning with eternal resentment and malice toward the world above, they throw themselves into digging great tunnels, yet none know what their malicious purposes are...

A huge lump of spore powder collected from a structurally complete spore cyst. Put it in an appropriate environment, and the area might be filled with a thriving aggregation of Floating Fungi later...

Poetry is the soul of the land of the wind. Poetry is the manifestations of the will to encourage. In the dark days, the gales in the streets and alleyways whisper words of fury, like the battle drums, like the low rumbling before the storm.

Industriousness is the foundation of the land of Geo. Industriousness is the catalyst that flows in the blood of the people of Liyue, able to turn rocks into gold. It is what lies behind the greatness of its great commercial port.

Elegance is the form of the nation of thunder. Elegance shuns arrogance. The elegant are ever humble, and only by discarding vanity and sloth may one see clearly — and is there not beauty and loveliness even in the basest of appearances?

Freedom is the spirit of the land of the wind. The freedom of travel is one of such. It is the freedom to traverse the land freely without being obstructed.

Gold is the symbol of the land of Geo. Gold symbolizes conversion. This is the unspoken understanding between Liyue's mountains, land, city, and people. In Liyue, industriousness is converted into gold, and gold into prosperity.

Light is the yearning of the land of thunder. Though the sun rays themselves should be blocked by layers upon layers of clouds, there are still those in the thunder god's land who dream of piercing that wrathful sea of lightning to pursue the glory of the divine, fearing not that they shall be cruelly struck down.

Prosperity is the people's pursuit in the land of Geo. Prosperity is the promise made by Liyue to its children: To repay the hard-working laborers with enough gold to brighten up this land.

Resistance is the backbone of the city of Wind. The history of Mondstadt is one of resistances. People rose up to grant the citizens of Mondstadt the freedom they now enjoy, like the Anemo Archon blowing away the snow, or like Vennessa rising up to fight.

Transience is the dream of the nation of thunder. We find the greatest joys in mortal life in transient dreams, for is life itself not like the shadow of the thunder? Pursue your dreams into the clouds if you wish, and enjoy the unexpected silence of the dim lamp-lit nights.

A small parcel of luminescent Fungal Spore powder, a common medical ingredient in the land of rainforests. Merchants usually sell them in paper packets.

Poetry is the soul of the land of the wind. Poetry is the manifestations of beautiful feelings. On a beautiful day, the breezes carry with them poetry that touches the heart of people like the wind caressing the leaves.

Industriousness is the foundation of the land of Geo. Diligence is having the bravery and the strength to conquer mountains and seas and to pursue gold and prosperity through honest, hard work.

Elegance is the form of the nation of thunder. Elegance brooks no flattery, and the elegant are ever noble. They are like the sea eagles who soar on high to contend with the resounding storms. They will not cater to philistine vulgarity, as one would not cast a flower crown into the mud, staining its dignity.

Freedom is the spirit of the land of the wind. The freedom to live is one of such. It is the freedom to live freely and healthily without concerns of one's own safety.

Gold is the symbol of the land of Geo. Gold is the blood that flows deep within Liyue's veins, the muscle that makes up Liyue's beating heart, and the bones that make Liyue stand proud.

Light is the yearning of the land of thunder. The ruler who claims to have perceived all forever aims to hoard celestial glory. But this vision that cannot be shared only leads people to long for it more fiercely, like moths diving into the flame.

Prosperity is the people's pursuit in the land of Geo. Prosperity is the blessing of Liyue, it is the foundation of the great city built by the gods and the people of Liyue, and it is the source of the peace and safety of the land.

Resistance is the backbone of the land of the wind. The history of Mondstadt is one of resistances. People rose up to prevent past conflicts from ever being forgotten, like sprouts breaking through the soil, like the eternal wind eroding through stone walls.

Transience is the dream of the nation of thunder. Fleeting glories are the highest expression of mortal beauty, for are we mortals not like the flashing lightning itself? Like a lovely dream or blossoming spark, we shall leave a gorgeous mark on the eternal night sky.

A small amount of glittering spore powder left behind by Floating Fungi. Seems that a sneeze is all it takes for this powder to vanish without a trace.