Artifacts

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The witch in the tale used this dip pen. Among its various advantages, its silky-smooth writing is the least worthy of mention.

...<br/>"It's so easy to sell one's soul in the stories... But then souls ought to be cheaper. Why else would people sell them so easily?"<br/>But she knew not what a soul was, for she had never seen one. But afternoon tea and delectable desserts, time spent playing with Pie in the garden, the stories her mother told her before bed... In comparison, these were far more precious.<br/>"Fortunately, we have no wishes we'd need a witch to grant, so we needn't exchange such precious things."<br/>She turned to the next page...<br/><br/>Though he received the witch's promise, the youth could not imagine what it would be like for his wish to come true.<br/>If it were a more concrete wish... Well, inexhaustible wealth and the power to subjugate others are easy to imagine. But what of some higher happiness?<br/>The youth had heard that the witch possessed many magical items and that she used the power of this strange and extraordinary collection. He could not restrain his curiosity, asking the witch what kind of item could fulfill his wish.<br/>"All words written by the pen dipped in this ink will become reality, and she shall become fate's favorite."<br/>The youth stared in disbelief as the witch gently shook the ink bottle. Black water rolled within like roiling waves, as though he could see the entire world in which they lived like a lonely island floating amidst the undulating tide, and he could see endless faces and scenery before his eyes, turning like the pages of a picture album...<br/>He was so mesmerized that it seemed as though he would fall into the ink bottle through its gaping mouth and drown in those black waters.<br/>"The ink bottle contains everything she can imagine, and all of it will be hers if she so wishes."<br/>As the pen dipped in ink began to dance across the page, the young girl's fate was changed.<br/>She wasn't sure when she had stopped being amazed by the limitless good fortune that followed her everywhere.<br/>She no longer needed to worry about anything, for everything turned out the way she wanted, and if she wanted something, it found its way to her, sooner or later, one way or another.<br/>Everyone loved her, admired her appearance, praised her virtue, and even those she once thought would never notice her completely changed their attitudes.<br/>Gradually, she became accustomed to the words of praise and admiring gazes. Though her appearance was by no means extraordinary and her virtue even more average, fate favored her without reservation.<br/>...

2b02abda

2023-12-18T23:32:54.230Z

2024-01-31T01:15:59.705Z

2024-01-30T22:17:34.000Z

21412

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A wine cup that was once used at a grand and ancient feast. It has now lost much of that luster.

"The joys of plenty must end in bitterness,"<br/>"And sweet memories must fade like a cloud."<br/>In the beginning, the banquet belonged to the mistress of flowers and moonlit nights, authority was in the hands of the desert king, and life was the domain of the keeper of plants.<br/>Like the bright silver moon, the blazing golden sun, and the emerald fields, the three God Kings made themselves oathbound friends.<br/><br/>"In those days, the moonlight would tell of their happiness to the nightingale and the rose."<br/>"And they were so frightened and abashed that they could sing no song in response."<br/>"Peace and ease reigned, and there was no division or misfortune in this worriless paradise..."<br/>"If only these wonderful days, as lovely as a shimmering mirage, could last for eternity, and that they should never have to taste the bitterness of parting."<br/><br/>Later, time sundered the contract between day and night, destroying the ancient oath.<br/>The gentle moonlight sank into the quicksand. The sun shrouded all things in its fearsome gaze.<br/>The priests and the people who had enjoyed the divine feast once remembered that wondrous and wondrously brief time.<br/>But dreams are but prey for reason, to be thrown into lifeless machinery and ground into nothingness,<br/>And from the heart of the machine, within the dark nightmare, a new intelligence shall molt...<br/><br/>"Meld all thoughts into one, and let all calculations be unified."<br/>"Thus shall humanity become the lord of lords and the god of gods."<br/>So went the dirge for that most lonesome king of kings,<br/>For whom the gilded sands had long divined failure.

1e78c69d

2022-09-06T00:05:09.636Z

2022-11-01T23:20:41.180Z

2022-09-06T00:04:21.000Z

93412

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A special fortune-telling cylindrical object. The mechanism at the bottom allows one to easily remove all unwanted wish sticks.

A special slip cylinder that the shrine uses for fortune-telling,<br/>It is supposedly infused with good fortune that the kitsune have imparted upon it.<br/><br/>Fortune telling is born from the questions of lost people. Thus, be it good or bad fortune, it will help them navigate their future.<br/>In other words, there are only lost people, and no inaccurate fortunes.<br/>I've learned a lot while studying at the shrine. Now, even someone as dull-witted as I am has learned how to talk like a mighty kitsune.<br/>During this time, even someone as inhuman as the mighty Yougou Tengu has gotten a daughter.<br/>Even that leatherhead Konbumaru has also become one of the Shogun's own Hatamoto, and shall soon marry the daughter of a high-ranking samurai.<br/><br/>"Such a lovely kid. Even the great Yougou Tengu, who used to kill all day for fun, had the mother inside her brought out... just a little."<br/>"Still... the shrine is always missing the liveliness of children. That's not good. Say, Hibiki, how would you like to be a kid again?"<br/><br/>The Lady Kitsune's joke was out of line as always, coming forth with the self-serving scent of sakura wine.<br/><br/>"Aw, Hibiki, why the long face? How about this, then? I, the Lady Saiguu, shall tell your fortune for you!"<br/>"Haha, see? See, it's "Great Fortune." "Great Fortune"! You know what that means?"<br/>"It means that you took away all the bad fortune slips. Please stop mocking me, Lady Saiguu."<br/>"No... it means that the person you're missing will be lucky enough to become a part of your memories forever."<br/><br/>That's why you have to be strong and must live on for a long, long time.<br/>Even if all the people you cherish are gone, as long as you are still alive,<br/>The time you spent with them will never perish...

2027ccd5

2022-11-01T23:20:40.715Z

2022-09-06T00:04:14.000Z

79350

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The hourglass used to foretell the coming of the Thunderbird by the tribe that worshiped it. It has fallen into eternal silence now that the tribe is no more.

A luxurious hourglass belonging to the ancient tribe that worshiped the Thunderbird.<br/>As the tribe faded away, so did the hourglass.<br/><br/>A luxurious hourglass, made with amethyst and amber gold, that belonged to a shaman.<br/>The hourglass would serve its purpose for the festival held in the Thunderbird's honor.<br/><br/>In the last festival the tribe held, the frenzied Thunderbird blew away the bloodstained altar.<br/>The countdown to the arrival of the protector became the countdown to the tribe's destruction.<br/>The Thunderbird decimated the tribe to avenge the one who sang to it.<br/><br/>Unbeknownst to the Thunderbird, the lad himself considered his sacrifice as an offering.<br/>All for the good of the tribe, for the blessings of the Thunderbird.<br/><br/><br/>

16ec2310

2022-11-01T23:20:40.302Z

2022-09-06T00:04:04.000Z

72350

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A timepiece kept by the hero who conquered thunder and lightning. The tiny shards of Electro crystal within flow back and forth with the passing of time.

An hourglass the Thundersoother once used. Flowing within it is not sand, but tiny Electro shards.<br/>The shards shatter and flow down as time passes, then merge together at the bottom of the hourglass.<br/><br/>The Thundersoother who defeated the Beast of Thunder crafted this hourglass from amethyst.<br/>The passage of time is just like lightning. It bursts through the sky and is gone in a flash.<br/>Even the Thundersoother could not conquer the flash of time.<br/><br/>Within this hourglass, even thunder and lightning have to obey the never-changing law of time.<br/>In the hourglass, the shards shatter and merge countless times while time silently flashes by.<br/>Observing this taught the Thundersoother about the cycle of life and death. Empowered with this knowledge, he was able to defeat the beast.<br/>

172e58f7

2022-11-01T23:20:39.771Z

2022-09-06T00:03:56.000Z

31442

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An ancient emblem that was once awarded to those who had made exceptional contributions in battle.

This emblem was specially designed and given to those who had, in the past,<br/>Performed feats of arms in Fontaine's defense. Insignias of this sort were largely symbols of glory,<br/>But some awardees would conceal them or consign them to the water.<br/><br/>"Pursue the phantoms in the dark, expel them all, and hunt them down."<br/>Such is the origin of the name "Marechaussee Hunter,"<br/>Credited to one Cassiodor, who would be elevated to the revered title of "Golden Hunter,"<br/>But who saw the name as a humiliation.<br/>Yet, heretics and demons are rare, but people who are driven to become heretics and demons are legion.<br/>Today, the Marechaussee Phantom is more focused on investigating criminal activity than battle,<br/>And has absorbed into its ranks a large number of Melusines, members of a young race.<br/><br/>This emblem once belonged to a Marechaussee Hunter who took part in and directed the Siege of Poisson.<br/>Due to this event, he left the ranks of the Marechaussee and planned to live out the rest of his days, content with the contents of his cup.<br/>It was not until an old friend requested that he, against his will, try living with others again,<br/>That he tried to create a world free of dark phantoms for his son and daughter.<br/>At the end, that which welcomed him was a peaceful ocean, one which removed all barriers and estrangements.

1b65c1a8

2023-08-15T02:13:53.321Z

2023-08-15T02:13:53.319Z

2023-08-15T02:00:42.000Z

71320

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A feather that exudes a chilly aura. One can almost feel the turbulent winds that brought it here, wailing over snow-covered plains and between frosty peaks.

A feather of a bird of prey that did not originally belong in the winter chill. It is cold to the touch.<br/>And when you do touch it, it is as if you can hear cries in the snowstorm, unbowed but bereft of hope.<br/><br/>With no nest or shelter, the bird faced the storms proudly.<br/>This feather has been assailed with coalescing ice and snow, leaving it coated in pearls of frost.<br/><br/>It once came from a falcon in flight and was plucked violently from that bird by the frigid winds.<br/>It drifted a while in the air before the weight of the frost dragged it back down to the ground.<br/><br/>"I believe that the lively birds will follow you, and return to the gardens of the summer palace, now green once more."<br/>"Those who have been chased away by the chilling tide, and those children who have lost their homes, they will return with you to the home of their dreams."<br/><br/>The hero, bearing such great burdens on his back, halted in the whipping snow, struggling to discern the color of that feather.<br/>Sealed in ice, that feather's color faded every step of the way — just like the hero's task.<br/>

1a526d66

2022-11-01T23:20:39.692Z

2022-09-06T00:03:55.000Z

35412

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A rhyton fired with copper as the base, that was once filled with fine wine from paradise.

It was the age when the Legion Athanatoi stood at the ready, and wild poetry was sung upon the High Sea.<br/>The glorious king established the golden imperial capital and stood astride the world as the Sebastos.<br/><br/>Wheresoever his great ships sailed, all polises bowed to his supreme authority,<br/>Wheresoever the notes were sounded, the symphony of civilization supplanted savage songs.<br/>All this to bring about justice and salvation,<br/>All this the final delusion of the Sebastos, who could not bring himself to abandon the people.<br/><br/>"Your Empire shall fall amidst the roaring waves, for what fate has decreed cannot be changed."<br/>"The hidden threads yet bind them, pulling them like puppets towards a torturously tragic end."<br/><br/>But the prophet's fell proclamation left the Sebastos not in despair, but rather ignited in him wild fantasies.<br/>He locked himself in the depths of his imperial palace, searching for a flaw in the Master of Fortuna's Musica Mundana.<br/>After countless days and innumerable nights, through the chords of the world, Remus grasped the mysteries of Fortuna.<br/>He read every note of fate, and all he lacked was a pen with which to compose his own symphony.<br/><br/>Thus did the Sebastos resolve to appeal to Sybilla, for she came from the land of the dead, and the torrents of fate once coursed through her veins.<br/>Despite the extremity of his demands, the self-less prophet responded to his wishes as she always did, without even the slightest hesitation.<br/><br/>The harmonious symphony played from the throne would break the fetters fate had shackled the people with, painting for them new paths and writing new melodies for them.<br/>Beneath the golden dome, pure and holy Ichor spilled forth along auric aqueducts, and the tremors within the golden palace would spread to every corner of the empire.<br/>And in the wildest fantasies of the Sebastos, at the grand finale of the harmonious opera, he would hand fate's baton into humanity's own hands.<br/>When that day came, rich or poor, sage or savage, every free person would control their own destinies.<br/><br/>Amidst the rising, raging waves, the blinded king rushed towards an unknown end, for in Sybilla's eyes, there was already no future...

26963fdb

2024-04-23T00:38:38.711Z

2024-04-23T00:38:38.709Z

2024-04-23T00:23:25.000Z

76340

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A wild flower that was once a ubiquitous sight in its homeland. It was picked by a hunter who wore it on their chest.

A white wild flower that used to cover the earth.<br/>It has not withered one bit, and still gives off an exquisite fragrance.<br/><br/>In the days when wildlife still roamed the earth and monsters had not yet appeared,<br/>the Viridescent Venerer would use this flower to conceal her human scent.<br/>Thus it was said that to seek the silent and gentle Viridescent Venerer,<br/>one simply need to close one's eyes and walk barefoot through the forest, following the subtle fragrance of wild flowers.<br/>Only those who could tread as softly as a hunter could avoid making the leaves crackle underfoot, alerting the queen of hunters to their presence.<br/><br/>It was also said that the one who eventually found the hunter was a boy.<br/>At that time, disaster had just befallen the ancient kingdom and misery was spreading across the land.<br/>

1733982e

2022-11-01T23:20:40.191Z

2022-09-06T00:04:00.000Z

57140

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Whenever the instructor wore this brooch, it meant there would be no training sessions that day.

Every student in the school knew that the strict instructor was a serious soldier.<br/>But every week, there would always be a day or two when the instructor would wear this yellow flower brooch on his chest.<br/>The smile on the instructor's face would always bring the students a sense of relief.<br/>For when the instructor wore the yellow flower brooch, it meant that they could take a day off and go home.<br/>Once his boisterous students had finally gone, the instructor would visit a silent graveyard.<br/>There, after a moment of silence, he would pay his respects to the familiar names carved on the tombstones.<br/>

157a006f

2024-01-31T01:22:19.616Z

2022-09-06T00:03:47.000Z

57130

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A standard-issue honorary instructor's cap, only granted to those who turn down a promotion.

"I don't have the talent to command an army as its general,<br/>Nor am I qualified for anything beyond being a soldier.<br/>All I can do is to be a strict instructor to these children,<br/>So that they might survive on the battlefield a bit longer."<br/>

13932dcb

2022-11-01T23:20:39.552Z

2022-09-06T00:03:48.000Z

57120

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Any instructor who has mastered the art of de-escalation knows to keep this accessory firmly in their grasp at all times.

The strict instructor once sharpened his own combat skills on the merciless battlefield.<br/>What he teaches the students goes beyond self-defense techniques to apply in battle.<br/>Moreso than attacking and defending, what he imparts to them is the skill of surviving on the front line even in the face of insurmountable odds.<br/>Every move and technique he demonstrates pays homage to the veterans of wars gone by.<br/>For it was their sacrifices that helped him become who he is today.<br/>

14f127c0

2022-11-01T23:20:39.543Z

2022-09-06T00:03:47.000Z

57150

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A stopwatch used not for general timekeeping but to measure the duration of a training session.

A pocket watch treasured by the instructor. It is not, however, military-issue gear from the instructor's school.<br/>Back when the instructor was still a soldier, this pocket watch was used to coordinate charges against the enemy.<br/>It marked victories and defeats, and counted the final hours of the soldiers.<br/>For the students, it represented the hardships they endured on the long path towards becoming a real soldier.<br/>

1470b0ed

2022-11-01T23:20:39.546Z

2022-09-06T00:03:47.000Z

57110

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It may seem like an ordinary tea cup to most. But to students, it is the symbol of the instructor's authority.

Every military school student knows that the so-called "free training time" could not have anything less to do with freedom.<br/>The instructor sits back and watches while the students train rigorously in the field.<br/>A cup of black tea with a little too much sugar in it marks a typical afternoon for the instructor.<br/>This peaceful time is a privilege of the instructor, and the embodiment of his authority.<br/>

1469d407

2022-11-01T23:20:39.549Z

2022-09-06T00:03:48.000Z

98422

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A jade ornament shaped like a leaf. It seems to have once had deep meaning between specific friends.

A very long time ago, there was no ford across the river, only a misty hillside.<br/>The owner of this mountain had yet to decide what to plant here when someone preempted them.<br/><br/>"Once this tree gets a bit larger, I'll cut its leaves down and make some tea for all of you."<br/>"When that time comes, we'll get Cloud Retainer and Mountain Shaper to come over..."<br/><br/>"Seriously? You plant trees any way you like on my turf, and you have the nerve to spout such things?"<br/>But though the young lady who was master of this mountain complained, she too could imagine the tea's fragrance.<br/><br/>Later, someone would quietly tie this jade pendant to the thin branches of the small tree.<br/>When more time had passed, the mountain's master returned, but in a changed aspect,<br/>And sans the finger that might untie the pendant. This was a long time ago now.<br/><br/>Many years later, the branches of this tree would be grafted to the other side of the river by the mortals who dwelled in the mountains.<br/>The fragrance of tea would also travel from this place, Chenyu Vale, to Liyue Harbor, and from there to many more places still.<br/><br/>There are many legends concerning the tea trees of Chenyu Vale. One of them goes like this:<br/>No matter the waters, soil, or sunlight, this sort of tree only grows lushly in Chenyu Vale.<br/>This is because it remembers the promise that old friends made in the ancient past beside the tea sapling.

1c26c04b

2022-11-01T23:20:41.054Z

2022-09-06T00:04:19.000Z

20442

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This lovely gold-plated flower was plucked from the crown of the ruler of the forest.

When the lord of the forest was born, the king of trees bestowed upon them a crown.<br/>This crown would finally pass to the first maiden who had followed in the lord's footsteps.<br/>She once took in many children who had become lost in the forest, yet had not ever trodden upon any wild flowers.<br/><br/>She only knew how to serve her liege and defend the labyrinth,<br/>And she knew that the world was naught but the dream of the forest,<br/>So she taught the ways of the hunt and the method of walking through dreams to the children,<br/>She taught that they must love the plants of the forest, for they belong to her liege's garden.<br/>That they must respect the creatures that fall under their arrows, for they are her lord's people.<br/><br/>Her teachings would pass amongst the lost children of the forest, and they would change much.<br/>Eventually, their origins would be forgotten altogether, but some people would become guardians who patrolled the woods,<br/>Returning to the world of humans and light bonfires in the deepest of nights to exorcise the shadows.<br/>There was one who remained and walked between the trees, eventually forgetting time itself amidst the hunt for wild beasts, becoming drenched in black blood.<br/><br/>She was very nearly as ancient as the final lord of the forest, and at the last she dreamed a dream of the labyrinth and the hunt.<br/>This dream was so great and vast that it would cover every dream that was ever dreamed by the forest people.<br/>The labyrinth, for its part, was the vast and endless hunting ground, where the roots of trees and the lines drawn by the snaking streams were denser than a tiger's stripes,<br/>More changeable than the flowing water. The whispers that preach "death" became lost within this labyrinth,<br/>For only she and those who understood the teachings of the forest lord could pass through the maze and enter into the boundless hunting grounds.<br/>Till at last, when the whispers had faded, and the wicked beasts had fled far away, did she, now fully eroded, disappear together with that grand dream.<br/><br/>She, and many fragments of dreams, would at last flow into the dreams of human scions.<br/>Like how a shattered mirror reflects many different images,<br/>The dreams she left behind are circulated through the narratives of the people in a myriad of forms.<br/>Those tales that became the widest spread (emerged victorious) had nothing at all to do with her.<br/><br/>Her name as mentioned in those tales, for example, was in fact the name of the crown.<br/>In the end, all she had left to herself was her true name, a handful of water that reflected the moonlight,<br/>And the golden flower she had taken from the crown that her beloved king had given her.

2e3562e7

2022-09-06T00:05:09.365Z

2022-11-01T23:20:41.111Z

2022-09-06T00:04:19.000Z

20412

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This was originally an oil lamp in the style of the desert realm, but has since sprouted fluorescent green leaves.

It is said that when the lord of folly was destroyed by his own ambition, the kings of the desert arose as one, and fell just as quickly.<br/>Many tiny tyrants would marshal refugees fleeing the cataclysm, and they would build temples, palaces, and high walls where once stood ancient ruins.<br/>The ruined cities would be devastated each after the next, and despots of all stripes boasting of power and wealth for a time would rise and fall all too quickly.<br/>This oil lamp belonged to one of the young princes of the decaying kingdoms and was one of the remaining treasures hidden away in his trove.<br/><br/>"Father ascended the tower in pursuit of a falcon, and the ancient structure could not bear his great weight, casting him into the boiling quicksand."<br/>"Thus did our kingdom's days come to be numbered, and I too was dragged into pointless conflicts, tossed this way and that on the waves of treachery."<br/>"In those days, I too had someone to love. She longed to be queen, but did not concern herself with the identity of the one seated on the throne."<br/>"And so it was that I lost my love. For my life and my seal, I closed her lips with a viper's kiss and buried her in quilts of sand."<br/>"Later, just as it happened to all other kingdoms in living memory, threats from without and foes from within would arise. Kith and kin, slaves and pariahs would be at each other's throats."<br/>"Scarcity and strife, those two deformed twins, would dance wildly amidst these burning, godless sands, burying our selves within their mirage."<br/><br/>And so did the kingdom within the searing sand return whence it came, and the once-affluent prince became a penniless refugee.<br/>With the wish to conquer new lands burning in his breast, he set out for the rainforest with what little wealth he had left on his person.<br/>But much later, the prince who wished to inherit the woodland like a Rishboland Tiger would himself be conquered by the quiet moonlight.<br/>He was drawn to the powerful form of the huntress with the white bow, and in being pursued and expelled each night,<br/>The homeless prince slowly understood the murmurs of the trees and the whispering of the tigers, and was accepted by the beneficent dream—<br/><br/>"Hahaha, well, isn't that a fine tale? A noble forced from their home, who finds destiny and glory once again..."<br/>"The golden dream, it awaits all lost grains of sand..."

2a45a7f5

2022-09-06T00:05:09.480Z

2022-11-01T23:20:41.140Z

2022-09-06T00:04:20.000Z

20432

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This crown was bestowed by the deity with dominion over plants and trees. It was an heirloom of the royal house of the labyrinth. It was, at last, made the inheritance of the king's attendant.

There is a time appointed for all things to live and die, and the cycle continues on forever,<br/>Thus did the ruler of trees once preach the cycle of life.<br/>All things that die will gain new life in some other form,<br/>And all things that decay will sprout pure and tender new shoots.<br/>Fruits that fall upon the land will feed the beasts of the land,<br/>And the beasts will return to the land and themselves become fruits.<br/>The forests were always full of life.<br/><br/>Legend has it that when the god of trees created a forest amidst the sands,<br/>The first order of the day was to create a device that could call forth the rains.<br/>Thus did the bright moon reflect the patterns of light from the labyrinth upon the water,<br/>And from this was the "tiger" born.<br/><br/>The tiger's stripes were ever-changing, resembling the forest's branches,<br/>And thus did it become the ruler of the jungle, whose name was Viaghara.<br/>The blessed lord of the forest walked amidst the garden, head held high,<br/>Ruling over the primates, the birds, and the beasts of the labyrinth.<br/><br/>Later, the seeds of the pomegranates fell upon the soil and gave birth to the forest spirits.<br/>Thus did the lord of the forest bless them under the first Vasara Tree, and made a pact with the divine,<br/>To share the labyrinth with them, and to command the birds and beasts not to harm them.<br/><br/>Though the sun's light was shrouded for a time, the flowing water was once corrupted,<br/>And the final forest lord died in defense of the nurseries of life,<br/>A large whiskered cat succeeded that regal name,<br/>And guarded the woodland creatures in imitation of that lord.<br/>Though it could not match even an iota of that lord's might,<br/>It would keep the promise and protect the forest,<br/>Nor would it ever attempt to harm the guardian spirits of the trees.<br/>Yes, though the ever-changing labyrinth has perished,<br/>The forest is still filled with life.

237d966b

2022-09-06T00:05:09.516Z

2022-11-01T23:20:41.145Z

2022-09-06T00:04:20.000Z

73310

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A legendary goblet that can withstand extremely high temperatures. It still retains a degree of warmth even though it is now empty.

A goblet that once contained lava. Now empty, it still has a slight hint of warmth.<br/>This goblet once belonged to a sage known as the Lavawalker. Wisdom flowed from within.<br/><br/>The Lavawalker would toy with the goblet. Even in the blazing heat, it remained intact.<br/>Legend has it that the Lavawalker would drink lava from this goblet as if it were a glass of fine wine.<br/>But while fine wine evaporates in high heat, the wisdom of the sage could withstand a trial by fire.<br/><br/>To the Lavawalker, fine wine was merely a catalyst in the process of producing ingenuity.<br/>Aided by alcohol, even the slightest spark can combust into a brilliant idea.<br/><br/>The goblet was a silent witness to the forging of wisdom amidst the flames.<br/>The moment before the Lavawalker set off on his final journey was when the goblet was filled with the most pride.<br/>

175cd8ee

2022-11-01T23:20:39.958Z

2022-09-06T00:03:57.000Z

73340

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A flower that blooms amidst burning flames. It is said that long ago, a sage once wore it as he walked into a sea of fire.

A flower that only blooms in the burning flames.<br/>The searing pain it causes will make the wearer stronger.<br/><br/>The fiery-red flower shines like shimmering agate.<br/>This flaming flower was once a brooch worn by the Lavawalker.<br/><br/>In the Lavawalker's final days, he said to his people:<br/>"This is the flower that blooms in flames. Until the day that the fires turn me into ashes,<br/>You shall see the glowing embers of this flower shining through the dark smoke."<br/><br/>The people followed the flower's flickering light to the edge of the Mare Jivari.<br/>There they found the blooming flowers — but the Lavawalker was nowhere to be seen.<br/>

1657d90e

2022-11-01T23:20:39.829Z

2022-09-06T00:03:57.000Z

73320

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The feather of a proud phoenix. You can almost hear the sound of its wings flapping in the scorching flames.

A feather plucked by the Lavawalker from a bird that sings amid the flames.<br/>The wearer can almost hear the sound of the bird's wings flapping in the blaze.<br/><br/>Legend has it that there exists a kind of solitary bird that sings in the blazing flames.<br/>People worshiped it as a totem while kings saw it as a sign of nobility.<br/><br/>Donning this feather, the Lavawalker retreated from the outside world.<br/>Alone he came and alone he went, leaving no trace behind.<br/>Since then, people often hear cries coming from the Mare Jivari.<br/>No one knows if they are the song of the bird or the sighs of the Lavawalker.<br/>

15936065

2022-11-01T23:20:39.846Z

2022-09-06T00:03:57.000Z

73350

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Burning sand flows within this hourglass. Despite the intense heat, the sand leave no mark upon the vessel that houses it.

What flows within this hourglass is not regular sand, but burning sand.<br/>Like this burning sand, time flows forward, leaving no trace of its own existence.<br/><br/>The story of the Lavawalker continued even after he had traveled across the Mare Jivari.<br/>It is said that he spent another one hundred years living as a hermit.<br/>But this short retreat brought little relief from his burning torment.<br/><br/>During his time as a secluded sage, the Lavawalker could not bear the eternal scorch. He crafted this hourglass to mark the passing of time.<br/>As the flames blazed, burning sand flowed endlessly through the hourglass day after day.<br/><br/>Sadly, though the Lavawalker did not fear the scorching flames of the Mare Jivari, he could not quench the torturing flames of time.<br/>The anguish of being left alone without the disciples and family he held so dear burned away at his soul more than any flames could ever scorch his flesh.<br/>

17f0e2fa

2022-11-01T23:20:39.864Z

2022-09-06T00:03:57.000Z

73330

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The circlet of a sage who traversed a sea of fire. It once shone brightly from their ancient silhouette as they stood strong amidst the flames.

An ancient circlet that once belonged to the Lavawalker — a sage who wandered in the Mare Jivari.<br/>Upon close examination, one can almost see his figure standing strong amidst the fiery flames.<br/><br/>The wandering sage of the Mare Jivari known as the Lavawalker crafted this circlet from crimson agate to resist the intense heat of the flames.<br/>The circlet was built with wisdom and tenacity. It sparked fear and jealousy among peers and seniors alike.<br/><br/>"How dare the Lavawalker challenge the flames of the Mare Jivari! Such blasphemy has not been seen in hundreds of years!<br/>The flaming sea will surely devour this arrogant young man and the sky will blow his ashes into the void."<br/><br/>In his jealousy, the teacher demanded that his student step into the flaming sea wearing the circlet.<br/>In a state of calmness, the Lavawalker strolled onto the lava and gradually disappeared into the horizon.<br/>

181b30fc

2022-11-01T23:20:39.993Z

2022-09-06T00:03:58.000Z

27432

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Earrings made from amber gold that shines with a strange light.

Merchant sheltering from the storm, please heed this man so old and blind.<br/>Heed the past of Gurabad, heed the retribution its people sought for themselves.<br/>Heed the newborn nobility and the peasants who dwell beneath the palace...<br/><br/>Legends say that when Gurabad rose, the kingdoms of man joined many oases into one.<br/>At this time, the scattered tribes and the short-lived states obeyed the will of Ormazd alone. <br/>Ormazd took the Lord of the Desert as his lord-patron, constructing palaces and temples to facilitate his worship.<br/>Slaves were taken from the tribes, servitude was demanded from states, and sacrifices were required of the cities...<br/>The city thrived, and nobles and slaves alike lived in its shade.<br/><br/>Peering down from on high at the priests and servants below, scurrying like ants, the Jinni concubine could only sigh mournfully.<br/>As an attendant of the Goddess of Flowers, she believed she had chosen the ideal king, but didn't wish for him to be addled by vanity.<br/>So, the Jinni offered gentle advice between the sheets, vainly trying to change the king's mind...<br/>Ormazd took the conventions of rule and slavery as a given, regarding her words only as the soft nothings of a lover.<br/><br/>"To infuse love into my vessel was to be in constant company with everlasting and ever-demanding wants."<br/>"The search for a dream, for a homeland, and for my beloved to transcend mundane ideals."<br/>"But now, my beloved is deep in the throes of hypocrisy and greed. He has taken on the habits of an ordinary tyrant."<br/>"To quell my fury at this betrayal, I will impose upon you three generations of ruination."<br/><br/>Silently, the Jinni removed the earrings he had given her as a sign of her resolve,<br/>A poisonous scheme already manifesting in a heart turned cruel.<br/><br/>"Xiphos, my child, hate burns everything like wildfire, leaving only the ashes of madness."<br/>"Yet uncontrolled love is even more feral. A great many evils are born from unshackled love..."<br/>

22db8fbd

2022-12-05T22:52:51.316Z

2022-12-05T22:52:51.314Z

2022-12-05T21:53:54.000Z

61140

UI_RelicIcon_10011_4

A four-leaf clover that grows in the wild. It was picked because it is said to bring good luck.

One who is favored by fortune tends to experience at least their fair share of miracles.<br/>The legendary four-leaf clover, for instance, is a precious find that brings luck to its bearer.<br/>Once, while playing in the field, the carefree young boy known as Lucky Dog happened across just such a clover.<br/>Delighted, he plucked it from the ground and put it in his pocket.<br/>No one knows whether it was the clover which brought him his good fortune, or the other way around.<br/>

14a3a5e4

2023-12-18T23:37:29.023Z

2022-09-06T00:03:51.000Z

61120

UI_RelicIcon_10011_2

A monster once cornered an adventurer, but was then picked off by a hunting eagle... That eagle dropped this feather, which now carries some of the adventurer's good luck.

When fortune has your back, even the most ferocious monster has to yield.<br/>Strolling in the forest, the boy known as Lucky Dog had no idea that a monster was lurking nearby, having singled him out as its prey.<br/>The boy became distracted by some colorful mushrooms, and the monster pounced. He leaped out and landed on the poisonous mushrooms, stomping them flat.<br/>This was going to be an easy hunt, the monster thought — until a feather from the eagle circling above fell quietly onto its back.<br/>

15a6d018

2022-11-01T23:20:39.634Z

2022-09-06T00:03:51.000Z

61110

UI_RelicIcon_10011_1

An exquisite metallic vessel that was once used to knock out a thief.

Once there was a child favored by fortune from the day he was born. Try as they might, even the most vicious bandits could not lay a finger on him. He became known as Lucky Dog.<br/>The child grew up, and one day in the throes of adulthood he found himself stumbling drunk along the back alley behind the tavern.<br/>Under the starless sky, a vicious bandit prepared to rob Lucky Dog, taking advantage of his compromised state.<br/>But just as the bandit was about to strike, a flying goblet hit him square on the forehead, knocking him out cold.<br/>Naturally, this makes Lucky Dog one of very few people known to have benefited, rather than suffered, from being in the vicinity of a tavern brawl.<br/>

15b75e38

2022-11-01T23:20:39.640Z

2022-09-06T00:03:52.000Z

61150

UI_RelicIcon_10011_5

A broken hourglass from which all the sand has escaped. But it's fine, because the passage of time means nothing to someone without a single worry in the whole world.

Even time itself could not leave a wrinkle on the face of the happy-go-lucky boy known as Lucky Dog.<br/>Lucky Dog had no family, let alone children of his own.<br/>But in the course of his life of good fortune, he considered all he met as his friends and family.<br/>As his life was nearing its end, he saw an hourglass with sand flowing down, as if counting down his remaining time.<br/>He simply chuckled, took a slingshot, and shattered the hourglass.<br/>

14e3c712

2022-11-01T23:20:39.637Z

2022-09-06T00:03:52.000Z

61130

UI_RelicIcon_10011_3

Its former owner once fell into a cave and found the treasure trove of an exiled royal. This is a souvenir from that incident.

One who is favored by fortune can even find priceless treasures in the most deadly of traps.<br/>While wandering around some ruins, the boy known as Lucky Dog accidentally fell into a deep pit.<br/>He landed safely on a pile of dust. It turned out to be a mattress that over the years had gradually broken down, eventually turning to dust.<br/>Just like that, Lucky Dog discovered a treasure trove left by the old aristocrats. This circlet came to epitomize his luck.<br/>

14c92caf

2022-11-01T23:20:39.643Z

2022-09-06T00:03:52.000Z

34412

UI_RelicIcon_15034_1

An ink bottle utilized by the witch in the story. It possesses a strange enchantment no less powerful than the one cast upon the dip pen.

...<br/>The little girl read on, as Pie snuggled up next to her.<br/>She turned to the next page...<br/><br/>It was only a long time after that the young girl learned that her mother was long dead. Returning to her hometown after a long absence, she found that all were courteous and cordial to her, no less than everyone else, whether it was strangers or familiar faces.<br/>"It's all as you wished, so why won't you smile once more?"<br/>The young man who had spoken was someone she had seen before, perhaps just one of the many followers.<br/>"Mother was right, I am a pitiable child. Because of this awful curse, I can never be truly happy."<br/>"Ah! You actually consider such a selfless gift a curse. You should know, this was obtained in exchange with a witch, and obtained only through sacrifice! He never even thought about asking anything in return from you. Is there any greater love than that in the world?"<br/>"Then it seems he knows more than me about how to obtain happiness." The girl continued, "Where is the value in a life in which all is given to you for free, and you never need pay? The most worthless things are those that nobody needs. Perhaps I am the existence which is unneeded."<br/>"No, not at all... You must exist! At least, that's how I feel about it."<br/>"Then what is it you want from me? If there's something I can do for you..."<br/>But the young man looked embarrassed.<br/>The young girl was immeasurably disappointed, and resolved to go to the witch's abode in the Echoing Woods and find a way to break the accursed curse.<br/>The youth took out the magic mirror he had loaned from the witch, hoping to stop her.<br/>"When the luck gifted to you by magic is taken away..."<br/>The girl saw before her what awaited when her luck was exhausted: She saw herself lose all her wealth, and those she hurt no longer laughed jovially and forgave her, but scolded her and rolled their eyes. People no longer crowded about her but left as though a great ball had ended. She still traveled as before, but none now showed care or concern for her on her journey. She saw herself blown about by the wind and pummeled by the rain while children laughed at her and mocked her. She saw that all the gifts she had received would have to be repaid tenfold, a hundredfold.<br/>Though she hadn't taken a single step, all that she saw in the mirror seemed to be happening to her, and she saw her life become an endless toil conspiring to destroy her.<br/>"Rejoice, for the fortune granted by magic has not yet abandoned you, and none will laugh at your weakness."<br/>...

2c2eecb2

2023-12-18T23:32:54.260Z

2024-01-31T01:15:59.783Z

2024-01-30T22:17:34.000Z

94442

UI_RelicIcon_15020_4

Legends hold that this ornate hand guard was once fitted upon a sword gifted to the oni who betrayed the Shogun.

Mother had bared her fangs against the Shogun, who had been kind to her and who had given her a treasured sword.<br/>In the end, the only thing that was sent back to the Mikoshi Clan was the tsuba of that blade which she had loved so dearly.<br/><br/>Mother's long-cherished wish was to overcome the destiny of life and death with her boiling passion.<br/>She would make such contributions as to make an eternal name for the ever-thinning blood of the war-oni.<br/>If she was engulfed by the pitch-black tiger-beast of sin itself, then she would tear it apart from the inside.<br/><br/>She would've proven her valor resoundingly under the Electro Mitsudomoe banner,<br/>And she thought she could wash her bloodstained juunihitoe battle-garb clean.<br/>But it was stained black in the end, together with her fiercely beating heart...<br/><br/>From then on, her eldest son, who should have inherited the family fortune, lived in seclusion in a village outside the city,<br/>With naught but the mountain and wood as his friends — that is, until he met that girl...<br/><br/>"What a pain. Well, if you wish to abandon your past, allow me to give you a new name."<br/>After hearing about his past, the girl who possessed jet black wings sneered disdainfully.<br/>"Well, you shall be called Iwakura. 'The seat of rock.' A name that human words cannot harm."<br/>"Come on, mortal in whose veins runs the blood of the oni, be glad. Smile a little!"<br/>"You should know that names given by us Yougou Tengu are blessed with divine powers."<br/>"Besides, the name 'rock' suits you — it certainly suits your mind and your muscles, that's for sure."<br/><br/>"Well then, when the cherry blossoms fall next year, let's have a duel here, 'Iwakura.'"<br/>"Child of the oni, hone your swordsmanship and become a foe whom the Yougou Tengu would not be ashamed to cross swords with."<br/>"Ah, yes! If you manage to touch me, you'll get to call your secret blade 'Tengu Victor'!"<br/>"After all, if you get to that point, you'll have a sword that'll let you 'triumph over the tengu.'"

252b269b

2022-11-01T23:20:40.722Z

2022-09-06T00:04:14.000Z

74340

UI_RelicIcon_14004_4

A fragrant flower that will bloom for all eternity and never wither.

The maiden's flower. Fresh and elegant just like its original owner.<br/>The books say that this species of flower has long been extinct.<br/><br/>Just like that passage the maiden had read countless times in books:<br/>"The damsel in distress was saved by the white knight in shining armor."<br/>"And they exchanged flowers as blessings to one another."<br/><br/>Though a maiden's heart is said to change with the seasons, just like a flower,<br/>This flower remained constant.<br/>For her heart had stopped in that moment long ago:<br/>The moment that she met the knight.<br/>

1506e873

2022-11-01T23:20:40.001Z

2022-09-06T00:03:58.000Z

74330

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A meticulously well-maintained woman's hat that keeps wrinkles safely out of sight.

Even when surrounded by flowers from her courters, <br/>The maiden never removed her hat to get a better look at them.<br/>Their names and faces were not worth remembering.<br/><br/>For years, at the end of every day,<br/>the maiden would brush off the dust on her hat.<br/>But the passage of time showed in her face, too — and unlike the dust, it could never be brushed off.<br/><br/>As time passed, fewer and fewer courters visited her with flowers.<br/>What did it matter? For her, time had already stopped long ago on that fateful day.<br/>

1535874a

2022-11-01T23:20:40.079Z

2022-09-06T00:03:59.000Z

74310

UI_RelicIcon_14004_1

A vessel made with sweet black tea in mind rather than bitter liquor.

The maiden's most cherished teaware.<br/>It was once filled with elegant black tea.<br/><br/>Indulging herself in pastries and tea,<br/>She cared not one bit about the mundane world. This was her privilege as a maiden.<br/><br/>"This flower shall be my medal. That is all I need."<br/>The knight said to her on the day they met.<br/>"But, my heart is already—"<br/>Not finishing her confession was her privilege,<br/>but also the chains of courtliness the maiden had to bear.<br/>

14d401cc

2022-11-01T23:20:40.068Z

2022-09-06T00:03:59.000Z

74320

UI_RelicIcon_14004_2

A feathered accessory that carries the longing for a certain someone, like a migratory bird on the wind.

An old but delicate feathered ornament.<br/>After many years, it is now covered in layers of dust.<br/><br/>For the maiden, time stopped still the day she met the knight.<br/>Nothing mattered to her anymore, not even love and youth.<br/>She sought him constantly, wandering far like a lost bird without a nest to cling to.<br/><br/>"May my love reach the knight," she prayed.<br/>Meanwhile, the knight dedicated himself to the pursuit of chivalry.<br/>In a distant land where ancient empires crumbled,<br/>Would the knight see the scenery she dreamt of?<br/>

153622da

2022-11-01T23:20:40.039Z

2022-09-06T00:03:58.000Z

74350

UI_RelicIcon_14004_5

The hands of time will never come to an end, but the same cannot not be said for those cherished years of the young maiden's life when she was doted upon.

A delicate timepiece.<br/>It stood as a testament to the inevitable passage of time, indifferent to its owner's feeling.<br/><br/>The maiden's time would one day come to an end.<br/>But her waiting would not.<br/>The short hand seemed to be constantly chasing after the long hand.<br/>Much like the incessant longing that filled the maiden's heart and mind.<br/><br/>Years after the event, she still remembered the knight she met that day.<br/>The white knight that came to her. The white knight she had been waiting for ever since.<br/>

1542e0dd

2022-11-01T23:20:40.062Z

2022-09-06T00:03:58.000Z

56130

UI_RelicIcon_10006_3

The first lesson as an apprentice: Vigor, Strength, Will. These words are written on the bandana so you'll never forget them.

A bright-red bandana that belonged to a martial artist. The color has now faded.<br/>It serves as proof that the bearer practiced martial arts at a young age. It also represents the high ambition the young martial artist once had.<br/>Before the first crack of dawn, the young martial artist was already training in the forest.<br/>Many years later, the martial artist is now an instructor. Though youth may be a thing of his past, he remains just as alert and diligent as when he was young.<br/>

14e4435f

2022-11-01T23:20:39.534Z

2022-09-06T00:03:47.000Z

56120

UI_RelicIcon_10006_2

A common bird feather. Experts use it to practice strength control, while rookies use it to make fans.

A feather plucked from a bird soaring in the sky by a skillful martial artist.<br/>The essence of martial arts is not necessarily about the power of attacks.<br/>Agility and nimbleness honed over years of training are just as prideworthy for a martial artist.<br/>The martial artist will wear the feather on his chest as proof of his unparalleled skills.<br/>

142c8831

2022-11-01T23:20:39.522Z

2022-09-06T00:03:46.000Z

56140

UI_RelicIcon_10006_4

This particular kind of red flower was the only thing that could alleviate the Martial Artist's pain.

Ever since being recognized by the master, the martial artist had been practicing every day for years.<br/>The path of pursuing martial arts is long and harsh, and injuries are inevitable.<br/>As instructed, he plucked a small crimson flower in the forest.<br/>Although his proud battle scars will never fully heal, at least the pain can be alleviated.<br/>

141ad449

2022-11-01T23:20:39.517Z

2022-09-06T00:03:46.000Z

56150

UI_RelicIcon_10006_5

A tool to keep track of time in endurance training. It is more accurate and reliable than a regular hourglass.

An hourglass that uses the flow of water to measure the passage of time. The martial artist would have it with him at all times.<br/>When he was training under the waterfall or practicing a single leg stance on the stake,<br/>he endured all the pain and suffering alone.<br/>This time piece recorded every second of it in silence.<br/>

140f9f47

2022-11-01T23:20:39.525Z

2022-09-06T00:03:47.000Z

56110

UI_RelicIcon_10006_1

A rather exquisite wine cup used in pre-combat rituals.

Before proudly stepping into the arena, a parting ritual with a glass of fine wine is essential for martial artists.<br/>Each of them faced with a worthy opponent, two martial artists will raise their glasses to one another.<br/>They then step into the arena with a calm and collected composure to face their opponent with the utmost respect.<br/>This is the true meaning of the toast, which comes before the fight takes place. It does not serve to glorify victory or cast shame on defeat.<br/>

1487675a

2022-11-01T23:20:39.529Z

2022-09-06T00:03:47.000Z

88330

UI_RelicIcon_15014_3

A solemn mask exquisitely carved from basalt. Its hollow eyes stare ahead expressionless and cold.

It is said that during the years when gods contended against one another, Rex Lapis' aspect was that of boundless slaughter.<br/>In those god-eat-god battles, one could never have ascribed gentleness to him.<br/><br/>He knew right from wrong, and never missed his mark: in those days of tumult, he would show no mercy, even to friends-turned-foes.<br/>Rex Lapis' stone-cold expression never once changed throughout that storied age.<br/><br/>They say that only when the dust settled did he lay down that unmovable visage.<br/>But it had been necessary, for he had donned it to fulfill a contract.

155051f8

2022-11-01T23:20:40.502Z

2022-09-06T00:04:09.000Z

31422

UI_RelicIcon_15031_2

A portable tool used to adjust the torque on some old-school clockwork machine. It has since lost its practical value.

A small tool used to adjust clockwork torque. Can be used on all manner of clockwork motors.<br/>These would become outmoded with the arrival of Alain Guillotin's "new model" clockwork meka,<br/>Which have themselves ceased to be "new" following several hundred years of further testing.<br/><br/>Now, regarding Alain Guillotin,<br/>Before he joined, then left the Marechaussee Phantom, before finally setting up the Research Institute of Kinetic Energy Engineering,<br/>Guillotin organized research into energy at the now-ruined Institute of Natural Philosophy.<br/>It is said that he, throughout his life, was close to no one but his younger sister, who also served in the Marechaussee.<br/><br/>There are many legends concerning him. One of them is as follows—<br/>It is said that he was able to create a thinking machine during his time at the Institute,<br/>And used this machine to aid his sister in her work at the Marechaussee.<br/>These statements largely come from previous colleagues of his (most of whom died fighting Elynas),<br/>And since there was no physical evidence of it, it has never entered official record.<br/>Once, when asked about this, he commented: "It's a great shame. There's nothing to be said."<br/>He never again responded to any questions or inquiries relating to the matter.<br/><br/>Another goes as such—<br/>In his old age, he retired from the Fontaine Research Institute to his workshop, and he would see no one.<br/>The research he undertook in his final years was never published,<br/>And after the matter, the only things that could be found in his personal workshop were signs that something had been built.<br/><br/>In latter years, these legends would function similarly to that work of Coppelius's that could not be performed to completion,<br/>Stoking imaginations, granting inspiration, and driving ever greater efforts.

22cf5d98

2023-08-15T02:13:53.382Z

2023-08-15T02:13:53.377Z

2023-08-15T02:00:42.000Z

52140

UI_RelicIcon_10002_4

A simple flower brooch that is a keepsake from someone's first adventure.

The little hero slipped out of doors by night, and with his friend rushed headlong into the wolves' forest.<br/>With his slingshot he chased boars, and with sturdy branches he would battle imaginary monsters.<br/>Following the shining Seelie deep into the woods, he discovered a treasure that had laid buried for a thousand years.<br/><br/>That treasure was a small yellow flower.<br/><br/>When the tired hero returned to his childhood bedroom, and flipped through the proof of his first adventures,<br/>He discovered to his surprise that the long-hidden flower had yet to wilt.<br/>Yet in this it was alone, for everything else had changed with the passing of years.<br/>

1596c301

2022-11-01T23:20:39.403Z

2022-09-06T00:03:42.000Z

92330

UI_RelicIcon_15018_3

A mask that covers the face, hiding one's expression from others.

Since the stain of my compatriots' blood cannot be cleansed, I shall become The Jester, who laughs in the face of fate.<br/>Since my level of learning could not compare with the sages, I failed to earn the favor of the previous ruler.<br/>So too did I fail to stop them from tearing away the veil of sin, ushering in a tide of divine wrath, destruction, and foolishness...<br/>Then I shall become instead a fool, a Fatuus, and devote myself to Her Majesty, who understands my pain...<br/><br/>My name is Pierro, The Jester. Please listen to the words I have to say:<br/><br/>Proud Fatui comrades, I know your hearts harbor both the fires of rage and the cold of eternal winter.<br/>Each one of us has borne witness to the absurd callousness of the foundational principles of this world.<br/>So, let us don our masks in mockery of the world as we go forth and rewrite the rules of destiny.<br/>

16e902d3

2022-11-01T23:20:40.695Z

2022-09-06T00:04:13.000Z

36452

UI_RelicIcon_15036_5

A sundial used by an ancient kingdom to tell time. Tiny marks have been left at a certain scale that can only be seen through careful observation.

One of the things that bedevils researchers who study relics is how,<br/>Among the many sundials recovered from the ancient ash-covered ruins of the city,<br/>They would, for some reason, find an engraving made in exactly the same spot by a burin.<br/><br/>Those who came from the canyons believed it was a time for those who had broken with their faith to light the obsidian pillars once more.<br/>That day, the one acting on behalf of the leaders of the tribes, the daughter of the mines, Sakkuk, sent the wandering spirits back to the realm of the night.<br/>Those who came from the hanging trees believed it was a time for those who had forsaken their contract to sign it once more with the Saurians of the six tribes.<br/>That day, the great hero trusted by all warriors, the taciturn Yupanqui, used his sword to shatter the shackles binding the Saurian's neck.<br/>Those who came from the spring's source believed it was a time for those who had forgotten their past to listen anew to the echoes of the waves.<br/>That day, the elder of the twin heroes, the eloquent Atawallpa, rekindled the desire of all for past glories.<br/>Those who came from the fertile lands believed it was a time for the oppressed to rise from the earth once more.<br/>On that day, the younger of the twin heroes, the champion Waskar, stood first against the torrent of darkness.<br/>Those who came from the mountain peaks believed it was a time for those who had been caged to return to freedom's nest once more.<br/>That day, the scarlet-eyed hero summoned the god's fiery wrath, burnt the corroded city to ash, and restored the tribe to its own.<br/><br/>Only the one present who came from the mysterious smoke, the youth who knew the hidden secrets, remained silent.<br/>Alone, the image painted on the blanched scroll came to mind. It is said that was a time when a black shadow shrouded the sun.<br/>The heroes who had long prepared for this moment seized the opportunity to overthrow the insane king before the empty throne.<br/>In the non-mainstream, unofficial histories, the man behind the plan was a skilled artisan who left no name behind.<br/><br/>"But the artisan left behind not a single word in the war that returned authority to the tribes<br/>And afterward, he disappeared without a trace from the old stories, covered by layer upon narrative layer."<br/><br/>The youth smoothed over the nearly identical scratches on the sundials with his hand.<br/>Imagining a time, unnumbered sunsets before, after the date to execute the plan had been agreed upon, those hands that might not ever have existed,<br/>And the moment the owner of those hands had engraved those marks upon the sundials.

2e347e17

2024-04-23T00:38:38.781Z

2024-04-23T00:38:38.779Z

2024-04-23T00:23:25.000Z

92350

UI_RelicIcon_15018_5

A pocket watch with a cover that cannot be opened. Yet it ticks and tocks away, following the inexorable flow of time.

Money is the lifeblood of the world, and the pathways along which it flows are the world's arteries.<br/>Then, the center of the world is a heart made of gold.<br/><br/>He was not one of the favored, and could only pursue worldly power.<br/>But though money ought to mean nothing to the gods,<br/>They held it firmly within their grasp nonetheless, along with the countless other forms of power that they wielded.<br/><br/>Perhaps he lusted for money because he had once been destitute,<br/>Or perhaps the fact that the gods had never looked upon him with favor ignited a burning desire for resistance inside him...<br/><br/>"The people of the land from which these coins hail revere contracts above all else."<br/>"In the name of money, I shall respect the contract between us..."<br/>"We shall, by whatever means necessary, become the heart that pumps money around the world."<br/>"And, when the moment comes, that heart shall cease beating by our will alone."<br/>

17f6541d

2022-11-01T23:20:40.687Z

2022-09-06T00:04:12.000Z

31452

UI_RelicIcon_15031_5

A standard pocket watch. Its accuracy is not particularly high.

This pocket watch was once given to the enforcers of Fontaine's justice.<br/>It is not a particularly accurate watch,<br/>But it can be used as a badge while on duty,<br/>And it was once nigh-universally recognized across Fontaine.<br/><br/>The news of the Great Magician "Parsifal" requesting a trial by combat spread via the newspapers,<br/>And this demand, alongside her unexpected transgression, caused quite the furor in the Court of Fontaine.<br/>The court's agreement and person of choice caused a yet greater uproar.<br/>Champion Duelist Marfisa was selected as the prosecution's representative in the duel.<br/>Would Marfisa's origin disrupt either her judgment or performance during the duel?<br/>What of her past connection to Parsifal? And most commonly understood...<br/>Which of them was the stronger fighter? Such were the questions people reveled in discussing.<br/><br/>Karl Ingold, a journalist who once knew "Parsifal," had since retired,<br/>And had resolved to never again take up such work, taking instead the company of explorers and their wilds, their wrecks, and their ruins.<br/>But perhaps out of professional pride or an old memory, he had always treasured the pictures he took as a journalist.<br/>Years later, when answering an invitation to meet old friends, sent by the Vice Director of the Narzissenkreuz Institute,<br/>Upon looking upon the faces on the other side of the shutters as he took a group picture of the then-members of the Narzissenkreuz Institute,<br/>He thought of how he had once passed back and forth between Poisson and the Court of Fontaine many times with such hope in his heart.<br/>Those several months passed by like a dream — some would consider that too long, and others, too short.<br/>He remembered his younger self, who would not give up, no matter how many people told him to escape,<br/>No matter how the circumstances arose like a flood that might end everything and slowly blot out the light.<br/>He remembered the many smiles he saw through the viewfinder, all their fanciful thoughts concerning the future he had heard,<br/>And afterwards, the cries, sounds of fracturing and metallic clashes that sounded faintly from beyond the stone floor.<br/>And as he recalled the girl who used a "trick" to forcibly shift herself to a dark, safe cavern,<br/>Only then did the regret of not having recorded her final battle engulf his vision.

291ddc9a

2023-08-15T02:13:53.405Z

2023-08-15T02:13:53.404Z

2023-08-15T02:00:42.000Z

97412

UI_RelicIcon_15023_1

An old cup made of sand crystal. Its luster is somehow undimmed by age.

This place known as The Chasm has shone with a cinnabar luster since ancient days.<br/>The mountain miners and the metropolitan merchants still tell the legend of a Yaksha...<br/>People say that the lone traveler with four arms once came to the barren wastes where the star fell.<br/>Hearing that this wandering figure's evil-exorcising travels had now brought them hence, the tribes-people of the mountains came forward one after another:<br/><br/>"Guest from afar, please accept our wine, and hear our plea."<br/>"You may consider our aged spirits bitter and hard to swallow, a far cry from the sweet brews of Mt. Tianheng that even Rex Lapis praises."<br/>"But the heavens have graced us with stores of precious stones and marvelous jade, and we carve the jagged rock for a living."<br/>"Thanks to the grace of Rex Lapis, our lives are, while not ideal, at least free of terror."<br/>"Yet things have changed, and a dark shadow is cast over the blessing we have received from the fallen star."<br/>"We do not have any precious gifts to present as a pledge, but still we beg for your succor."<br/><br/>The guest heard the elders' plea, and silently drank every drop of that bitter wine.<br/>The guest promised nothing, and did not chastise the mortals for their insolence, but simply turned east, disregarding all attempts to make them stay.<br/><br/>As for what came after, all now know what happened...<br/><br/>But the simple crystal-sand wine cup that the guest shared with the tribal elders remains to this day as a testament to their pact.

1ce2c198

2022-11-01T23:20:41.012Z

2022-09-06T00:04:18.000Z

93452

UI_RelicIcon_15019_5

A bronze pocket watch adorned with twisted paper cord and a bell. Its hands are forever frozen at the dawn of a certain autumn day.

An elegant watch adorned with a shrine bell.<br/>The hands always point toward the wee hours of the morning.<br/><br/>As the sky brightens, morning dew condenses and then disappears.<br/>As beautiful as this colorful scenery may be, it is still short-lived.<br/><br/>I once enjoyed the chirping of cicadas and the moonlight with Lady Saiguu on a slope in the middle of an autumn night.<br/>Back then, I was just a shrine maiden from the country, young and stubborn.<br/>Like a chirping finch, noisily insisting on my own view.<br/>A faint smile that crossed the mouth of the Lady Kitsune fascinated me, but her words were — and remain — incomprehensible:<br/><br/>"Trying to hold on to a moment's beauty is like foolishly trying to grasp the morning dew."<br/>"Like the morning dew, I have already passed away. All you have seen of me is but a residual vision, born of your wishes."<br/><br/>In that vague memory, she kept saying some incomprehensible things. Her expression as sorrowful as the eighth month's moon, and I suddenly...<br/>Then she rapped me over the head with her tobacco pipe, wearing her usual expression of rebuke and mockery:<br/><br/>"Hibiki, the sun's about to rise."<br/>"We should head back."

1b174c95

2022-11-01T23:20:40.711Z

2022-09-06T00:04:13.000Z

91310

UI_RelicIcon_15017_1

A golden cup used by the Millelith to take their oaths. Still bears the lovely scent of wine.

When the Millelith was first founded, Liyue was still a savage and dangerous place.<br/>The elders of towns, villages, and tribes would pledge oaths of allegiance with a golden cup.<br/>As a show of loyalty to Rex Lapis and duty to their countrymen,<br/>They selected valiant soldiers from all regions. These soldiers became known as the Millelith.<br/><br/>They would go on to take up arms with a yaksha in battle, fighting from the rearguard. They too drank from that golden cup.<br/>It was a final toast to the benevolent and majestic Lord of Geo. With their gaze fixed ahead of them, they stormed into the abyss.<br/>Hundreds of years later, a conceited adventurer retrieved the cup from the depths of The Chasm and washed away the imperfections.<br/>Miraculously, the cup remained whole and untarnished by the passage of time. The pitch-dark of that subterranean realm had failed to remove its radiance.<br/><br/>Yet more centuries passed. Eventually, the people of Liyue would tell tales of an era of catastrophe and a nameless yaksha,<br/>Tales of how heroes from disparate heritages and different lands united under a single banner against the Abyss...<br/>Inevitably, the tale would touch upon the cup, and how the blood of those that went before remained clear and spotless as the day it was spilled.<br/>

1adfdf5e

2022-11-01T23:20:40.646Z

2022-09-06T00:04:12.000Z

29452

UI_RelicIcon_15029_5

A pocket watch that has long stopped working. It seems to have borne witness to many a passing year as its hands spun in vain.

The hands of a timepiece must eventually return to their original places, and their circle will begin anew.<br/>All that the Narzissen champions were seemed as if they would never change.<br/>But the years must ultimately grind down the intricate yet vulnerable calibers of such timepieces.<br/>Until such a time when a new day will not come. Indeed, where nothing will.<br/><br/>This pocket watch was originally owned by a tiny champion who loved machines,<br/>A test piece created by piecing together the rejected components of various devices.<br/>At the very end, this pocket watch and the one it had been gifted to fell into the primordial liquid that dissolves all.<br/>But it had already long ceased to run its clockwork course by that point.<br/><br/>"A long, long time in the future, in a place far, far away..."<br/>"There was a dark empire ruled by the fell dragon Narcissus."<br/>"The princess he once yearned for had, together with the high tower in which she lived, plunged into a stagnant slumber in which there were no dreams, and so she remained untainted by him. Narcissus was infuriated by this, and so sent out his minions and enforcers to scour the empire for her treasure. He set up many defensive mechanisms using his fell sorceries to prevent those on the side of justice from resisting him. He swore that he would reclaim the princess' treasure and reawaken her. That way, he would be able to claim her wholly for his own."<br/>"There was a group of heroes who protected a treasure that the princess had entrusted to them, a clear, bright pearl of water."<br/>"One day, a tiny life was born from this pearl."<br/>"Hmm... and what shall we call this life? Ah, what a pain. If I had known that this was how the story might go, I should've used your name here. Do you have any other good friends?"<br/>"'Friends, you say... Well, if that's what you need, I do have one. I think it would really fit here.'"

21f24d0a

2023-04-10T22:21:31.601Z

2023-04-10T22:21:31.600Z

2023-04-10T21:39:44.000Z

29442

UI_RelicIcon_15029_4

The story must end, and even fresh flowers will wither. But the flower within one's dreams will always remain in full and fragrant bloom.

...But in the end, a shadow still fell over the kingdom.<br/>It was not that the dragon defeated the hero, but rather, that they both became lost in the world.<br/>Amidst the chaos as thick as lightless dark waters, amidst the sorrows and the partings that followed,<br/>The Director and her sisters set out on a journey to defeat the evil at its source,<br/>And her assistant in turn boarded the ship built for battle, eventually slumbering beneath the waters.<br/>The Narzissen champions and many knights, evil dragons, and virtuous sages were scattered.<br/><br/>Some would be taken in by the Marechaussee Phantom or the Special Security and Surveillance Patrol,<br/>And they would work to protect the realm such that it would not again have a shadow cast over it.<br/>Some were taken in by explorers moving to and from foreign lands,<br/>And from then on would truly set out on an adventure to witness the edge of the world.<br/><br/>Many years would pass after that.<br/>Some would try to prevent future tales from ever being stopped by such events as these,<br/>And so would seek out the path ahead using the secrets of machinery and bodies of steel.<br/>Some, on the other hand, would go against the grain, so that the stories might begin again,<br/>Embarking on a journey beyond normal comprehension in the name of the nymphs.<br/>And just as how some people treasure withered flowers,<br/>Some still reminisce endlessly over the afternoon adventures that have yet to continue...

1d048d52

2023-04-10T22:21:31.558Z

2023-04-10T22:21:31.557Z

2023-04-10T21:39:44.000Z

79310

UI_RelicIcon_15005_1

A ceremonial cup that holds the blood of the innocent. It is brimming with the thundering fury of the prayers that echo within.

A ritual goblet used by the shamans of an ancient tribe.<br/>It held the blood to be offered to the Thunderbird.<br/><br/>In the seasons when the Thunderbird flew amidst the stormy mountains, a young lad sang without fear.<br/>Attracted to his voice, the prideful Thunderbird landed by his side.<br/><br/>"Curious tunes, tiny human. Afraid not of thunder and storms?<br/>"They said I can bring peace to thunder and storms."<br/><br/>The young lad paused and answered.<br/>The Thunderbird cried but kept its silence.<br/>For his was an enchanting song.<br/><br/>It was the first and last meeting between the Thunderbird and the young boy.<br/>For the next she saw of the boy was when his blood filled the golden goblet on the sacrificial altar.<br/>

166a29ea

2022-11-01T23:20:40.306Z

2022-09-06T00:04:04.000Z

91350

UI_RelicIcon_15017_5

A simple device for telling time. This was once standard-issue for the Millelith during times of war.

A hardy timepiece powered by sunlight and moonlight, capable of capturing rays of light even on the darkest of days.<br/>When Liyue was threatened by a pitch-black malice, this time-dial helped the soldiers to remember the warmth of the sun.<br/><br/>In the course of fighting side-by-side with the yaksha, these mortal soldiers could not escape being contaminated by karma, or harmed during the slaughtering.<br/>To avoid being consumed by the darkness of constant killing, the Millelith soldiers used this timepiece to silently mark the passage of time during each battle.<br/>They fixed a unified marching pace and schedule so that one squadron of mortal soldiers would take the battlefield as the one before them retreated.<br/>This cycle of advance and retreat continued all the way to the depths of the Chasm, where yaksha and valiant soldiers both fell.<br/><br/>100 years later, this timepiece was unearthed by a miner. Its bronze surface sparkled in the bright starlight.<br/>Urban legends tell of a collector of curios wearing black robes, who roamed the market streets one day, buying up Orichalceous Time-Dials and paying a generous sum for each one.<br/>Some sellers queried him, curious to know what his reasons were, but he deftly deflected all their questions with an array of excuses and other verbal tricks.<br/>As for what this individual's true motive was, perhaps only the unyielding forward march of time can finally deliver a satisfying explanation.<br/>

1cb49c70

2022-11-01T23:20:40.641Z

2022-09-06T00:04:11.000Z

94432

UI_RelicIcon_15020_3

A sturdy and hard helmet worn as armor by a noble samurai.

"I've been wondering, Sir Douin, could your sword actually slice through lightning?"<br/>So said the young Kanjou Head, Hiroshi, while sheathing his blade. Douin replied thus, woodenly:<br/>"How could that be possible? At most, I'd say that it could strike a Tengu in mid-air."<br/>"That said, though, no one has ever brought a tengu down before. Not even once."<br/><br/>"Is that so? In that case, where does the name of your secret blade, 'Tengu Sweeper,' come from?"<br/>Seeing that Douin did not answer, the Kanjou Head who had built Ritou up said:<br/>"Ah, if it wasn't for old man Kujou making a move first, I would've loved to recruit you."<br/>"With your sword, even Ako Domeki of Seirai would be no match..."<br/><br/>Cleaving through the storm clouds, that tengu had given him a new name and a new life.<br/>She threw him the rusty blade and told him to strike her, a tengu, down.<br/>And after his sword broke, these were her last words to him...

173d7fc7

2022-11-01T23:20:40.788Z

2022-09-06T00:04:15.000Z

52110

UI_RelicIcon_10002_1

A crude wooden vessel filled only with memories.

The young hero's first battle ended, and for the first time he tasted the sweet wine of victory.<br/>That day, deep of the vine he drank together with his closest friend — supportive, joyful, and blissfully ignorant.<br/><br/>Many years later, when the cataclysm came, he led the knights to fight for his homeland.<br/>On the eve of battle, he advised his childhood friend and long-time deputy to come drink with him.<br/><br/>"If you do not return, I will not mourn you."<br/>"Nay, I will toast you, and drink in your honor, just as we do today."<br/>

14f0b23f

2022-11-01T23:20:39.415Z

2022-09-06T00:03:43.000Z

96412

UI_RelicIcon_15022_1

The shining pearls that the shrine maidens of Watatsumi Island offer up shine eternally and never dim.

To the sea people, the bright pearls that Watatsumi's deity once praised are priceless treasures.<br/>Only the Divine Priestess had the right to sing the great song themed around those pearls.<br/><br/>Legend has it that the rainbow-hued clams produced these flawless gems in gratitude for Watatsumi's tenderness.<br/>In latter days, it was even said that the bloodline of the Divine Priestess was originally birthed from these pearls.<br/>Having stepped from her soft, vivid cradle, she and the sisters who danced with the sea and moon were greatly favored,<br/>For out of his rejoicing and love, Omikami gave unto them beautiful gems that granted them the pure desire to pursue daylight.<br/><br/>In the hands of those whose veins run true with Watatsumi blood, pearls seem to gleam brighter than normal.<br/>Perhaps this is but an ancient tale, the truth of which can no longer be verified.<br/>But it is said that at the point of defeat, the Divine Priestess and the twin sisters exchanged their clothes and concealed themselves within the endless waves.<br/>Only this bright pearl was lost in the rippling tumult, returning to the silent solitude of the depths.

196d460b

2022-11-01T23:20:40.882Z

2022-09-06T00:04:16.000Z

95422

UI_RelicIcon_15021_2

A feather-shaped token that was brought forth from a secluded hall. The compassion of its creator led to it being left within that mansion along with a certain slumbering form.

The long-wandering eccentric no longer thinks about this,<br/>But when he closes his eyes, he can still see the moonlit nights over Tatarasuna and the burning furnace flames.<br/>The kind young deputy said:<br/>"This gold ornament is a proof of identity granted by the Almighty Shogun,"<br/>"But as you travel the world, please bear this in mind,"<br/>"Never to reveal your identity to others."<br/>The upright Inspector said:<br/>"This gold ornament may be a proof of identity granted by the Almighty Shogun,"<br/>"But you are neither man nor mechanism,"<br/>"And so I can only deal with you in this fashion. Do not hold this against me!"<br/><br/>The wanderer who has left yesterday in the dust no longer thinks about it,<br/>But when he covers his ears, he can still hear the wild winds that roared that year.<br/>A pair of expectant eyes said:<br/>"This gold ornament is a proof of identity granted by the Almighty Shogun,"<br/>"It must surely be able to save the people."<br/><br/>The intelligent, lovely shrine maiden said:<br/>"This gold ornament is a proof of identity granted by the Almighty Shogun,"<br/>"And she will not abandon you."<br/>"As for me, I shall do my best to send for help immediately..."<br/><br/>...But in the end, the golden arrow-feather were covered in dust,<br/>And all tales were incinerated in karmic flames till nothing remained.

1c08384c

2022-11-01T23:20:40.805Z

2022-09-06T00:04:15.000Z

78320

UI_RelicIcon_15004_2

A bird feather that was picked up by the knight who walked with the North Wind in the snow. It still awaits the day when it will thaw.

12e18d1a

2022-11-01T23:20:40.274Z

2022-09-06T00:04:02.000Z

33432

UI_RelicIcon_15033_3

A formal hat that was once in vogue amongst creators of opera in Fontaine. Word has it that its feathered adornment was based on the legendary helms of the Lochknights.

In the years when the Many Waters converged, the gentle mistress crossed the ruins of ages past and built a new city.<br/>The long night had passed and dawn was breaking: The past had become a shadow of a dream, dissolving with the darkness of the night.<br/>This was the true Golden Age. No more Usurpers obsessed with power, no more barbarians indulging in vengeance,<br/>The glorious symphony would never sound again, only odes to love and verses of justice, blown by the morning breeze to the four corners of the high sea...<br/><br/>Such subject matter easily endures the tides of time, and even today, more than a thousand years hence, the people still ardently enjoy them,<br/>Such as the adventures of the Lochknights, told and retold by generations of poets and playwrights, tales long since known to all and sundry.<br/>It is said that they swore by silver armor to fight alongside the Oceanids, to protect the yet untainted pure dews,<br/>It is said that they travailed through uncounted trials and tribulations before finally finding the legendary Pure Grail, welcoming the return of the Queen of Many Waters...<br/><br/>"The court that gathered great and glorious heroes, knights bathed in the blood of dragons"<br/>"The mage and noble maiden trapped in tower tall, the journey to seek the sacred vessel"<br/><br/>Feasts and vows, sorrow and farewells, many scenes that exist only in the fantasies of elegant verse, all unveiled before the eyes of "Erinnyes."<br/>However, that hero who shared her name had nothing to do with her, and the ballads sung of that supposed past are nothing more than dreams of the present.

1f0590c5

2023-12-18T23:32:54.201Z

2024-01-31T01:15:59.641Z

2024-01-30T22:17:34.000Z

33412

UI_RelicIcon_15033_1

An opulent vessel made based on the form of the legendary "Pure Grail." It is said to be able to fulfill the wishes of the purest of people.

In the long years before the Many Waters converged, legends of the Pure Grail circulated amongst the tribes of the people of bygone times.<br/>Yet from time immemorial, none has yet laid eyes on the Grail itself. The sole evidence that this "Golden Grail Brimming with Primordial Water" is more than a mere fantasy born of human imagination,<br/>Are a few scattered words echoing throughout the ages from ancient Oceanids.<br/>Legends say that sacred vessel can cure even the most terrifying of wounds, restore youth, and revive the dead,<br/>And that only the purest of people can behold its glory, obtaining eternal life and wisdom unending.<br/><br/>But as spake the ancient sages: Oceans will rise, empires will fall, and the only constant is change. The curtain may fall abruptly on the once most splendorous of songs in but a single night.<br/>The cries of countless self-proclaimed civilized citizens sank into the endless waves along with the golden city bearing the name of eternity.<br/>But as spake the ancient sages: Oceans will rise, empires will fall, and the only constant is change. The vow of vengeance, once sworn, may be torn asunder in a single night.<br/>The songstress who swore to wash away her foes in a tide of blood and tears awoke from her familiar nightmare, only to see naught but raging waves spanning the horizon, even unto the far shore...<br/><br/>"O sons of the high sea, stained with original sin, we brother and sisters who have drunk deep from the well of suffering"<br/>"You know well the fearful fate foretold, you have seen the cataclysm that will eventually come"<br/>"Harden your heartstrings, and do not fear, nor be you dismayed"<br/>"You need only seek out the primordial water, seek out the primordial chalice that grants every prayer"<br/>"You need only speak your wish to her, and all sins shall be forgiven"<br/><br/>Thus, for the Oceanid's pledge, the songstress embarked on the road to seek the Pure Grail,<br/>Thus, the heterodoxy that "the Pure Grail can grant any wish" began to spread far and wide among the people,<br/>'Twas not until twilight's end that she finally realized, just what that "primordial chalice" actually was...

261a9dd8

2023-12-18T23:32:54.186Z

2024-01-31T01:15:59.607Z

2024-01-30T22:17:34.000Z

52120

UI_RelicIcon_10002_2

A shimmering feather from a songbird that brings a nudge of courage to its wearer.

To comfort his crybaby of a companion, the young hero gave his friend a bird's feather.<br/>This was proof of their shared adventure, of the treasure they found together, and was meant to embolden his comrade.<br/><br/>Much later, one of them was named a "lion,"<br/>And became a crownless king at the head of many knights.<br/>The other became a "wolf,"<br/>Supporting his friend from the shadows, and running affairs of state.<br/><br/>In those turbulent times, the two defended their home and each other like sword and dagger.<br/>But this was a story from long ago.<br/>So many were lost during the cataclysm.<br/>

15524954

2022-11-01T23:20:39.407Z

2022-09-06T00:03:43.000Z

33422

UI_RelicIcon_15033_2

A butterfly-shaped feather accessory made from silver and azure crystals. It is said to, in the distant past, have symbolized an oath to never be parted.

Even in the long years before the Many Waters converged, in a tribe as short-lived as the waving seagrass, a gentle evening breeze once caressed the lingering moonlight.<br/>A youth, yet ignorant of the laws of the God-King and the path laid by the heavens beyond his ken, adorned her ear with a butterfly wing.<br/>In the traditions of the people of bygone times, the dancing butterflies were guides of souls, representing the vow and promise to not part until death.<br/>Then, the warrior who had yet to become a musician deeply believed that the days to come were as innumerable as the countless yesterdays, like a whirling dance balanced on this single moment...<br/><br/>Yet the currents of fate swept inexorably towards pain and suffering, and the ephemeral wishes of days past perished amidst the cries of blood and flame.<br/>When their paths next crossed, it would be in the faraway city, and the disparate tribes that once warred had all been united.<br/>The young musician came disguised as a wandering traveler, and in the tournament defeated countless heroes of great renown whose praises would be sung for generations,<br/>And at last, he was granted an audience along with the King as champion newly crowned. Ideals of harmony and glory were expounded upon, meaning to extinguish forever the fires of war and burning desire for vengeance.<br/><br/>Even the wisest of musicians never anticipated that the moment his identity was revealed, all that would greet him were blades shining like lakelight.<br/>As the artificial body was cut to ribbons and his consciousness was about to return, the last thing the musician heard was her whispering as she took him into her arms...<br/><br/>"...████, my ████... You need no longer force yourself to speak that which you do not wish"<br/>"I know that it is the accursed Usurper who has profaned your soul, and imprisoned you in stone"<br/>"Worry not, my ████... I have never forgotten the oath we took then, not for a moment"<br/>"No matter what price I must pay, I will save you from those freezing fetters, your eternal chains"<br/>"And when we finally enjoy the embrace of the Queen of All Waters once more, we shall take leave of trouble and sorrow"<br/>"When this pale butterfly takes flight and dances once more, it shall guide our souls to the far shore of the Many Waters"

375b1bd8

2023-12-18T23:32:54.156Z

2024-01-31T01:15:59.543Z

2024-01-30T22:17:34.000Z

81340

UI_RelicIcon_15007_4

A satin flower with a glossy finish, fit for an elegant gathering. It still looks as distinguished as it did on the day it was cast aside.

A blue lily made of silky satin<br/>that once served as a noblewoman's headdress.<br/><br/>A noble who once ruled over Mondstadt left it behind.<br/>In that legendary age, the nobles were examples for the people.<br/>They guided their subjects with their conduct and wisdom.<br/>They were the true representation of the people of Mondstadt.<br/>They were noble not only in lineage,<br/>but also in their commitment to virtues and principles.<br/><br/>The longevity of the nobles was cut short by their endless self-indulgence.<br/>Ostentation gave way to devolution.<br/>

1559df79

2022-11-01T23:20:40.332Z

2022-09-06T00:04:05.000Z

81330

UI_RelicIcon_15007_3

A masquerade mask worn by the old aristocrats of Mondstadt. Its hollow eyes are fixated on the golden days of the past.

A silver mask inlaid with gold and gems and engraved with delicate patterns.<br/>Delicately made, it showcases the elegance and customs of the old nobles.<br/><br/>The first nobles who rose up to rule Mondstadt began as heroes of humble origins.<br/>These great chieftains and elegant princes as well as beautiful princesses and noblemen<br/>once welcomed the people to their banquets and feasts.<br/>In those days long past, the nobles shared their wisdom and elegance generously.<br/><br/>In that golden age, the nobles shared with the people their knowledge and profits.<br/>But the later nobles were seduced by power. Their banquets were exclusively for their own pleasure.<br/>

15edbc86

2022-11-01T23:20:40.363Z

2022-09-06T00:04:06.000Z

81320

UI_RelicIcon_15007_2

A feathered hat accessory worn by the old aristocrats of Mondstadt on hunts. It still stands proudly as if no time has passed.

The feather of a falcon proudly perched on top of an old noble's hat.<br/>Hunting with the common folk and sharing the spoils with them was an old tradition.<br/><br/>Commonplace were the hunts, a hobby of the ruling class of Mondstadt.<br/>The festivities were shared with their servants and the common folk,<br/>As a sign of the benevolence of the nobles.<br/>All the people were eager participants in the festivities.<br/><br/>Hunts soon lost their meaning.<br/>The nobles took everything as their own, presuming it their right.<br/>Proudly the feather still stood, yet faded was its color in the people's eyes.<br/>

1590f4ec

2022-11-01T23:20:40.337Z

2022-09-06T00:04:06.000Z

81350

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A pocket watch that once belonged to the old aristocrats of Mondstadt. Passed down from generation to generation, it has witnessed many years of history.

An exquisite pocket watch made of sapphire.<br/>It remains functional even after all these years.<br/><br/>The pocket watch of a noble who once ruled over Mondstadt. The time it tells is still accurate.<br/>Punctuality is a virtue, and this pocket watch helped the nobles stay on a virtuous path.<br/>It was more for self-discipline than a tool to influence the common folk.<br/>At daybreak, a worthy noble must be more vigilant than his people.<br/>At night, he should be more thoughtful and restless than they.<br/><br/>Over the years, the once-strict schedule was overturned by their indolent descendants.<br/>Their timepieces grew more extravagant, but lost their virtuous function.<br/>

164080a5

2022-11-01T23:20:40.349Z

2022-09-06T00:04:06.000Z

81310

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An ornamental urn that once belonged to the old aristocrats of Mondstadt. Mournful winds seem to echo within its empty interior.

An ornamental urn made of sapphire, bearing the silver insignia of a noble house.<br/>It is exquisite and elegant, a testament to the aesthetics of the ancient nobles of Mondstadt.<br/><br/>A noble who once ruled over Mondstadt left it behind.<br/>However, the extravagant treasures that once lay inside are now gone.<br/>These luxuries were symbols of the noble's stature,<br/>as well as the confidence, pride, and prosperity of the people of Mondstadt.<br/><br/>Then, the nobles fell prey to power.<br/>They took and they spent without regard for the people.<br/>Luxurious accessories became vanity items.<br/>

158da7dc

2022-11-01T23:20:40.359Z

2022-09-06T00:04:06.000Z

94412

UI_RelicIcon_15020_1

An intricately-designed wine vessel that a world-famous martial artist once drank from.

With his secret sword technique, Tengu Sweeper, Iwakura Michihiro became the Kujou Clan's swordsmanship instructor.<br/>He also received the title of "Douin" and founded a successful sword school.<br/>As he headed off to take up his post at the Kujou Estate, Michihiro, who had long learned how to drink,<br/>Stepped into the branch shrine that had been utterly destroyed by his completion of the Tengu Sweeper.<br/>Here, in the courtyard of this abandoned branch shrine, he had sparred with the Tengu of Yougou thirteen times in the last thirteen years.<br/>He remembered his encounter with the black-winged tengu who had called herself "Teruyo of Yougou"...<br/><br/>Thirteen years went by like a dream<br/>The scarlet snow flies through the shadowed pass like smoke<br/>You have now gone afar<br/><br/>The Sacred Sakura petals fell then, too, as if they were snow from the sky.<br/>The branch shrine had lost the god it worshipped, but it was still in a fine state.<br/>Laughter as clear as spring water echoed between the mountains.<br/>But never again would the two set foot in that desolate yard.

18ba6a1f

2022-12-05T22:53:27.126Z

2022-12-05T21:53:54.000Z

20422

UI_RelicIcon_15025_2

An emerald leaf as fluffy as a feather. Plucked from the raiment of a forest scholar.

Those were the years of the lord of the labyrinth...<br/>It is said that the most virtuous and visionary of the royal servants was a young girl who could understand the language of all beasts and read the poetry of moonlight.<br/>She guarded the silent forest, the still water that embraced the moon, and the endless hunting grounds at the very end of the dream forest.<br/>"We were born in the verdant royal forest. Our world is under the tree-shade and above the meadow."<br/>"That which comes from the forest must return to it. As long as we follow the laws of nature, then we shall not fear death."<br/>"For all those who follow nature must pass through the maze of the forest and reach that endless plain."<br/>Her teachings once inspired many children, but like the blood of tigers, it too would slowly grow thin...<br/><br/>Those were the years of the ominous moon...<br/>They say that the blind boy followed in the footsteps of his white-armored brother, traversing kingdoms, mountains, and rivers,<br/>At last becoming lost in the dark forest.<br/>He was obsessed with swordsmanship but was gentler than anyone. He was too dogmatic, but adhered to justice more than anyone...<br/>At the end of the everlasting, white phantom in his heart, what he discovered was a relic of the woods, pure white as the moonlight.<br/>Later, there came beasts that lusted after flesh and blood. When the huntress finally came to him, following the shimmering light of the white branches,<br/>He had already lost the power to make wishes, and the white form that once guided him had faded into darkness and disappeared...<br/><br/>Those were the years when the night was on the rise. Those were the years when dawn was still far-off.<br/>From the nightmare, the wise caught a glimpse of the dark longsword and the red blooming in the water.

2060f085

2022-09-06T00:05:09.393Z

2022-11-01T23:20:41.127Z

2022-09-06T00:04:20.000Z

62140

UI_RelicIcon_10012_4

A dried flower used as a bookmark. It has absorbed the scent from the pages.

Flowers were a rare sight for the scholar who lived in her ivory tower, buried under piles of books.<br/>A young man, who admired the scholar, once gave her this exotic flower in the hope of bringing some life to the dull and lonely days she spent in her study.<br/>The scholar accepted the gift gratefully and made a flower bookmark with it.<br/>Ever since then, there has always been a splash of vivid color hidden somewhere in the pages of the dull piles of books.<br/>

147b5373

2022-11-01T23:20:39.648Z

2022-09-06T00:03:52.000Z

62150

UI_RelicIcon_10012_5

A small desktop clock, whose former owner was a scholar sat in a windowless room buried in books. This was probably the only reference they had to the time of day.

A delicate clock placed carefully on the scholar's desk.<br/>Spending days and nights in her study, the scholar lost all sense of time.<br/>This exquisite clock served as a beacon guiding the scholar in her relentless pursuit of knowledge.<br/>The time the scholar spent would prove to be fruitful. Knowledge would find its way to her.<br/>

144188d6

2022-11-01T23:20:39.654Z

2022-09-06T00:03:53.000Z

62110

UI_RelicIcon_10012_1

Originally designed to hold drinking water, this cup was stained black after a scholar used it to wash their paint brushes.

A delicate tea cup that belonged to a scholar. This treasured cup is made of light porcelain and gilded with gold stripes.<br/>The dainty cup was in stark contrast with the messy room in which it was found, but seemed to suggest that the scholar was from a well-to-do family.<br/>Not caring about the beauty and purpose of the tea cup, the scholar in her ivory tower dipped her quill pen in it.<br/>She only saw it as a convenient ware to wash the tip. Now covered in ink stains, the cup has long since lost its former elegance.<br/>

1507f1ca

2022-11-01T23:20:39.658Z

2022-09-06T00:03:53.000Z

62130

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This corrective lens helped restore the vision of one whose eyes were damaged from intensive studying.

The pursuit of knowledge is a risky gamble. Even after devoting one's entire life to it, it may prove to have been futile.<br/>The scholar spent half of her lifetime in endless research, taking notes and making calculations.<br/>Having failed to find the answers she was looking for, she once hesitated and questioned her career choice, thus wasting further time.<br/>Her once sharp eyesight had also been damaged by intensive reading.<br/>All this, and the answers she sought were still beyond her reach.<br/>

14cda302

2022-11-01T23:20:39.663Z

2022-09-06T00:03:53.000Z

62120

UI_RelicIcon_10012_2

A bird's feather that serves as a quill pen. The tip has long been stained black.

The scholar's quill pen is made from the feather of an exotic bird.<br/>After an enormous amount of writing, the feather has been stained black.<br/>In all her years, the scholar never thought of changing her stained quill pen for a new one.<br/>Just as an old soldier feels most at ease with his own weapon, the scholar needed her familiar quill pen.<br/>

13f72091

2022-11-01T23:20:39.651Z

2022-09-06T00:03:53.000Z

96442

UI_RelicIcon_15022_4

A soft flower that has taken on the many shades of the capricious ocean. It shines with wondrous colors under the moon's silver light.

A tender flower from the ocean. Its core is adorned with pure pearls.<br/>The songs of Watatsumi Island say that these flowers bloom in the pearl-lit depths.<br/>Steeped in the lovesickness of the diving sea-daughters and the gentle moonlight, they would give off a pearly gleam.<br/><br/>When all conflicts have ceased, the sea beasts shall no longer weep for their lonesome companions,<br/>And when the moonlight rises over Touzan, the lovely deity shall rise and sing.<br/>"Come, sea-daughters, come and see, O people of my heart, for the moon is out tonight."<br/>"Though Touzan might fall this night, the lightning and the storm can never hide the moon's pearly glory..."<br/><br/>The lonesome maiden will sing and dance upon the moon-silver waves.<br/>The divers shall forget the pain of loss, and even the tender flowers will regain their vibrance.

172a98db

2022-11-01T23:20:40.843Z

2022-09-06T00:04:16.000Z

28412

UI_RelicIcon_15028_1

A small bottle made of purple crystal. An emerald cap keeps it tightly sealed.

In a bygone time on which the Jinn alone are silent, King Deshret poured his deepest ambitions out before the Lord of Flowers...<br/>As the moonlight's visage drifted across ripples within a glass of pomegranate wine, the Lord of Flowers finally succumbed to the persuasion of a friend most beloved.<br/><br/>The words King Deshret spoke that night remain unknown to all. Even the eldest Jinn bestow only silence when asked about that which was said.<br/>None know what secret desires King Deshret revealed in the dark past daylight, desires that might shock even the wisest of gods.<br/>But the Lord of Flowers herself drew enlightenment from the exchange. It had been within her calculus — something long foreseen.<br/>The desert and oasis were sovereigns most high, yet held wild thoughts of rebellion the most strongly.<br/><br/>"I shall keep your secrets on account of the feelings my heart holds for you and the Lord of Wisdom."<br/>"I shall fashion you a bridge to allow you to slake your deepest wants. But you must fear not the crystalline sapphire nail..."<br/>"I will deliver you unto higher knowledge. But as I have warned, you are fated to lose much in this exchange..."<br/>"Nevertheless, hide my lesson in your heart. Remember the punishment that once was inflicted on the fallen envoys of heaven."<br/>"Know this: if there is to be hope in this world, it will be found kindling within mortals most ordinary."<br/><br/>Wreathed in darkness, she guided her dearest friend toward the path to understanding all there was to know about the skies and the abyss.<br/>Using her body as a conduit and offering the oasis in trade, she let the dazzling radiance consume her to see his deepest desires be made manifest...<br/><br/>Sandstorms swept in revelrous havoc across the paradise that was now missing one of its gods, folding the skies with yellow sand, swallowing all in calamity...<br/>King Deshret returned from the swirling sands that devoured the skies. The Lord of Flowers, however, was never seen again.<br/><br/>"... I just dreamed of you... feeling your way through the walls of a crystalline maze... All that can be seen... is but sand..."<br/>

254b5d6a

2022-12-05T22:52:51.429Z

2023-02-28T17:29:30.011Z

2023-02-28T16:58:07.000Z

34442

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A brooch that the witch in the tale wore. As with the other ornaments she loved, this was characterized by butterfly-like shapes.

The little dog ran up to the attic, got a nose full of dust, and couldn't help but have a sneezing fit.<br/>"Come on, Pie, just look at you! You used to be the color of Apple Pie, but now you look more like you've been covered in mulberry jam!"<br/>The little girl pursued the dog named "Pie" into the tiny attic, and helped him brush the dust away.<br/>The attic was filled with beautifully bound books, and the girl chose one from the shelf. The cover was adorned with beautiful golden-winged butterflies.<br/>"It looks like a storybook. Maybe the stories that Mother likes to tell are from this book! What do you think, Pie?"<br/>The little dog gave a short bark and curled up by her feet as usual.<br/>"Hmph! If I can finish it before Mother..."<br/>And so the girl opened the storybook, and the yellowed pages unfurled like the wings of a butterfly...<br/><br/>That was a story that happened not long ago. Legends say that in the Echoing Woods, there lived a witch who could grant any wish.<br/>But this witch was just as eccentric as those to be found in other stories. She used magic to cover the entire forest in a thick, impenetrable fog. Any who entered would be confused by the echoes, and so few could find her secluded hut, much less make any wish.<br/>But one day, a youth finally knocked on the witch's door.<br/>The youth had originally been looking for a blue flower, but his gaze had been drawn by a golden-winged butterfly. As he chased it, he arrived at the witch's hut without realizing it. Only then did he recall the legends of the wish-granting witch, and after hemming and hawing, he finally decided to knock.<br/>Before he could knock thrice, the door opened.<br/>"I have a wish..." Began the youth.<br/>"That's what they all say." The witch cut him off, "For me, granting your wishes is a trifling matter. But the price of said wish is different for everybody."<br/>"The girl I love... Her heart already belongs to another. But I do not wish to use the power of magic to change her feelings, I only want her to have all the happiness in the world. If you can grant this wish, I will give you anything I have, my time, my money, even my soul, I willingly offer it all to you."<br/>"Your wish will come true. But the price will be paid in the future, and the price won't necessarily be your soul... We witches do what we will."<br/>"But what in this world could be more precious than a person's soul?"<br/>"You'll know when the appointed time comes, that only a heart of gold may be weighed."<br/>...

2ad8374c

2023-12-18T23:32:54.215Z

2024-01-31T01:15:59.674Z

2024-01-30T22:17:34.000Z

21432

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This gold-inlaid headband was once used by desert priests in the days of old. They were made in imitation of one worn by a legendary ruler of the desert peoples.

"The ruler shall come with light that blazes like the sun,"<br/>"And will take from the people the crown woven from rose thorns."<br/>The first divine pillar descended from the skies, burying tree and meadow under the flowing sands.<br/>The golden sun fell, then rose again, clothing the sea of sand in an opulent death-shroud.<br/><br/>Later, the venomous winds of time disturbed the slumber of the fallen, attracting nostalgic delusions.<br/>In that accursed time, many cities thrived atop fertile oases.<br/>Following the ideals of their God King, the priests would rule the utopias justly, spreading abundance everywhere.<br/>Once, the wise mortal king and the clergy received divine oracles personally, and they were the masters of the land.<br/>Today, those who rule as proxies in the oases are the shadows of the gods.<br/><br/>"The royal regalia and divine scepters are scattered across the land like jujubes,"<br/>"And under the shade, the subjects could live and seek."<br/><br/>Some time later, absurd decisions would be issued alongside illusory madness,<br/>Using lovely expectations as bait to lead the people towards a bitter end.

19e4876a

2022-09-06T00:05:09.665Z

2022-11-01T23:20:41.184Z

2022-09-06T00:04:21.000Z

93422

UI_RelicIcon_15019_2

A demon-slaying arrow of a rather ancient make. It seems to have been preserved with great care by someone, even until the present day.

A demon-slaying arrow used by the shrine for prayers and to drive away catastrophes,<br/>It is said to be capable of pursuing and destroying all demons.<br/><br/>People often say that demon-slaying arrows can drive away evil, but evil is never an objective thing.<br/>Evil often stems from within our hearts, born out of delirious minds that have turned cold and ashen from terror.<br/>Lady Saiguu has been gone for a long time now, and I am no longer that young shrine maiden training at the Grand Narukami Shrine.<br/>Whenever I hold that empty smoking pipe, I can feel that emptiness and dull pain hover over me like a phantom.<br/><br/>Having someone worth missing, losing someone whom I cannot help missing... And time keeps moving like a spinning wheel.<br/>Silent and tranquil, the Lady Kitsune's white form hidden in the deep darkness left a deep impression in the shrine maiden's dreams.<br/>The Great Tengu went into self-imposed exile, enraged at her own incompetence as the Lady Saiguu's protector, leaving Teruyo behind.<br/>Harunosuke left for another country amid the fury of his mourning, while Nagamasa joined the Shogunate to clear the Mikoshi name.<br/>As for the man who taught me archery in the sacred forest and patiently listened to my naïve promise under the scarlet sakura boughs,<br/>He will eventually return to me, even if he were to be blinded by splattered blood, or turned into a fierce beast by that dark defilement...<br/><br/>I shall save him with our bow and arrows, to keep our promise, which ever veers towards breaking.<br/>I shall destroy evil with our bow and arrows, exorcising folly and needless obsession.<br/><br/>"Come see me, you idiotic problem gambler."<br/>"And don't lose your way this time, Konbumaru."<br/><br/>Still, who won the last throw of the dice...<br/>She touched the bow lightly while pondering such unimportant things.

21b4e236

2022-11-01T23:20:40.706Z

2022-09-06T00:04:13.000Z

95432

UI_RelicIcon_15021_3

A hat that once shielded a wanderer from sun and rain. It eventually became a convenient tool with which faces might be hidden and expressions obscured.

"Where are you going, wanderer?"<br/>The roving youth was stopped by a child's shout.<br/>That was a child of a Tatarasuna crafts-person, and while he was ill, his eyes were still clear.<br/>The youth told the child that he was bound for Inazuma City.<br/>"But it's raining really hard right now. They say that the people who left haven't returned!"<br/>The youth opened and closed his mouth a few times... But at last could only give the child a small smile.<br/>The next time he set foot upon that island, that child was nowhere to be found.<br/><br/>"Where are you going, Inazuman? This boat is not for you!"<br/>The wandering young man was halted at the harbor by a boatman.<br/>But before the youth could draw his blade, a man in his company stopped him.<br/>The man told the mariner that the outlander youth was with him.<br/>"Ah, so he's your guest, sir? My apologies for my presumption."<br/>The man gave the youth a coat to keep the cold out, but the youth shook his head.<br/>He had no need of such things — he only wished to know what interesting things he might find on this long journey.<br/><br/>"Lord Harbinger. Where are you headed?"<br/>The youth, hating chatty humans the most, gave his subordinate a backhand slap.<br/>But he also loved watching expressions of terror and helplessness play across human faces,<br/>And it was perhaps precisely because of this imbecilic underling's expressiveness that he had kept them around.<br/>He told the groveling, quailing figure that they were headed east, for Mondstadt.<br/>"I understand! I'll get your bodyguards ready right now!"<br/>He had no need of guards, of course, but he was lazier still to barter words with cretins.<br/>Donning his wanderer's hat, he headed eastward alone.<br/><br/>"Child, where are you going?"<br/>Returning home, the youth was stopped at the roadside by an old woman.<br/>He told her that he was going west.<br/>"To Yashiori Island, then? What business are you on?"<br/>She had said this thoughtlessly, knowing only that things had not been peaceful of late.<br/>The youth thanked her for her concern with earnest smile and told her that he was bound for an appointed meeting.<br/>As the boat gradually approached the shore, a lady in foreign garb could be seen standing by the shoreline,<br/>And she threw a small crystal sphere at the youth from afar.<br/>Catching it with ease, he lifted it up to the dying, bloodied sun.

2a30e752

2022-11-01T23:20:40.829Z

2022-09-06T00:04:16.000Z

71340

UI_RelicIcon_14001_4

A long-extinct flower, covered in beads of frost, that once grew on the glaciers. There was a time when even the proudest and most arrogant warriors bowed before it.

This is a flower of ever-frost, plucked by a pair of gentle hands.<br/>It must have given a certain someone the strength to see winter as a warm embrace.<br/><br/>"This fourth fresco is prepared for you. Your likeness will forever remain on this wall."<br/>"For the sake of that fresco, and for everyone's sake, I will wait for you, and pray for your return..."<br/><br/>The maiden stood before a blank wall, and smiling, she pinned a small flower to the hero's breast.<br/>That was an elegant and unruffled fellow, who would never bat an eyelid, not even in the face of death itself.<br/><br/>The heroism of the Icebreaker was forgotten, buried in the storms of the North.<br/>Since then, the snow has melted — but this flower has not withered.<br/>

1734c6c4

2022-11-01T23:20:39.688Z

2022-09-06T00:03:55.000Z

97452

UI_RelicIcon_15023_5

An ancient timepiece with a mighty solid look. Its luster is produced by sand crystal.

It is said that Rex Lapis was still young, the sun was a chariot that raced across the earth.<br/>When the three sisters of the night sky were martyred in a calamity, the solar chariot fell into a deep gorge.<br/>The mountain people, taking it for a sign, repaired the device, allowing it to shine through the darkness again.<br/>And though it was returned to its constant westward cycle, a single piece would forever remain behind.<br/>When they moved to the city, they would grind that fragment into crystals and sell it to someone who knew its value...<br/><br/>"Hey, hey, that's a joke, right? I mean, you can't trust these baseless folktales, can you?"<br/>"The merchants of Shenglu Hall have long left their obscurity and forgotten their past."<br/>"Glittering Sand Crystal cannot easily be made into lacquerware, after all, nor is it suited to making luxury paints."<br/>"According to the miners at The Chasm — and mind you don't believe this story too readily either—"<br/>"This timepiece and sand crystal came from the Millelith five hundred years ago."<br/><br/>In the lightless abyss where light wrestled against darkness, even one with a Yaksha's might could not hold out for long.<br/>And all the more did mere mortals need light to prevent them from getting lost in the steel curtain of devouring night.<br/>The Millelith thus collected glowing sand to light the way, and it just so happened to resemble the pale moonlight.<br/>The timepiece for its part told of the time they spent there in the abyss, and serves as proof that where they fell, others have come after to take up their duty.

1ee86477

2023-02-28T17:29:29.976Z

2023-02-28T16:58:06.000Z

95452

UI_RelicIcon_15021_5

As far as Inazuma is concerned, this is some small object from overseas. The heart of this mechanism has been removed, and its hands no longer turn.

He was originally born to be a vessel for a "heart."<br/>But he shed tears in his dreams.<br/>His creator observed thus:<br/>He was too fragile, whether it be as a human or as a tool.<br/><br/>Yet his creator would not destroy him, and so allowed him to continue slumbering.<br/>In her latter works, she would also consign designs that might store such a heart to obsolescence.<br/>Not long after, that noblest and most prestigious "proof" in the world would come to have no home,<br/>And thus was sent to the great shrine at Mt. Yougou.<br/><br/>Later, the beautiful puppet awoke and began his wanderings.<br/>He observed many a heart,<br/>Good ones, upright ones, strong ones, gentle ones...<br/>The puppet, too, desired a heart.<br/><br/>Later, the lovely puppet would finally obtain that "heart."<br/>It was, after all, his purpose for being, the very reason he existed.<br/>Yet, it was not what the puppet truly desired,<br/>For it did not contain any blessings,<br/>But was instead a sacrifice brimming with selfishness, hypocrisy, cunning and curses,<br/>All wrapped in an amiable husk.<br/><br/>Good and evil were the song of sentient life, useless and cacophonous.<br/>But if he were to wrench this "heart" out,<br/>He would no longer be able to feel anything at all...

1aca2aec

2022-11-01T23:20:40.819Z

2022-09-06T00:04:15.000Z

98442

UI_RelicIcon_15024_4

A jade carved into the shape of a flower. A phantom scent, here one instant and gone the next, swirls around it.

Each year, when the Spiritscent Flowers bloom, Qiaoying Village will prepare for its tea-serving ceremonies.<br/>Once the flowers wither, flower tea infused with nine layers of scents are presented in the village hall.<br/>The Spiritscent Flower is a fleeting thing, much like the sudden coming and going of a certain adeptus.<br/>This one left behind the ambiguous name of "Herblord," as well as many foggy and fragmented legends.<br/><br/>In one such tale, the Herblord's adeptal form would turn into the branches of an ancient tea tree.<br/>In another, the adeptus flew up to the adeptal mountain on a subdued evil beast.<br/>There is even a story that goes like this—<br/><br/>The young lady grasped at the hooded hat on the ground as she struggled ashore, placing it on her head haphazardly.<br/>For if she did not cover her face, then she might feel embarrassed and find herself at a loss for words.<br/>Just then, the orchestrator of her suffering poked their head out of the water.<br/>The rainbow-scales on their body glimmered, as if to revel in this victory.<br/><br/>"*cough* Alright! So you can swim! Very impressive! ...You know what? May you drown someday!"<br/><br/>She spoke these words in anger, but also in jest.<br/>And yet that glittering streak would eventually sink into the depths, never to come back to the surface.

1b9a95a2

2022-11-01T23:20:41.041Z

2022-09-06T00:04:18.000Z

92340

UI_RelicIcon_15018_4

A hard, blue artificial flower. Its petals shall never wither, nor shall its colors fade.

"You astound me. You have but a human body, and yet you carry such a power within you."<br/>"You claim that you have no tears left to cry, no blood left to shed, but surely this is because you have filled yourself with fire..."<br/>"Though your body has long been covered in scars, fierce flames are all that now may flow, like molten iron, from your eyes and your wounds."<br/>"But we appear to have gotten off-topic. I followed the trail of smoke and tracked you down because I wish to strike a deal with you..."<br/>"Let the flames that now devour you be extinguished by the grace of Her Majesty. What say you?"<br/><br/>The first Fatuus gave power to a young woman in whom the flame of life had all but died,<br/>And in her wild imagination, she saw the line that lay between the corrupt past and a stainless future...<br/><br/>"I understand. Then, let glacial ice take the place of my erased past and extinguish these undying flames."<br/>"Let the darkness of corruption, the pain of the world, and the humans, beasts, and the sin they carry all be purified by silent ice."<br/><br/>But despite this, a pure white flame continued to burn within her heart...<br/><br/>"We share the same goal, you, your Tsaritsa, and I."<br/>"Cleanse the sources of distortion in this world: short-sighted, ignorant gods and the darkness and corruption of the Abyss."<br/>"Good. I will do whatever it takes to become an effective instrument in the advancement of our common cause."<br/>"For even if I dress in pure white from head to toe, the ashes of the dead that have long left their stain on every inch of my being can never be cleansed."<br/>

1e1724b8

2022-11-01T23:20:40.665Z

2022-09-06T00:04:12.000Z

30442

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An insignia in the shape of a lovely little flower that was once worn by pilgrims in times long bygone.

"My innocent daughter, my Khvarena..."<br/>"I shall give you unto another mother. Love her, and be loyal to her."<br/>"She is no less than I, and her light is yet more radiant than mine."<br/>"I once encountered a faceless nightmare in my dreams, and it frightened me to no end."<br/>"And so I separated you from my body, and I ask you now to prevent that nightmare's coming."<br/><br/>"My Khvarena, the light of my eyes..."<br/>"I once warned her of the coming of the dark tide, and it is from this that your destiny arises."<br/>"Please do not be afraid, and do not flee, do not let your Khvarena dim, and do not disgrace your mother."<br/>"Just as it is my fate to sacrifice myself for mortals, so too is sacrifice the beautiful prelude to new life..."<br/>"Go now, into your verdant mother's embrace. You shall find your destiny in her realm."<br/><br/>"My Khvarena, my pure daughter..."<br/>"You shall change utterly. You shall face the trial of division and death."<br/>"And after that, you shall become immortal — and yet that shall be a harder road still..."<br/>"The lord of sweet dew and the lord of grass and trees shall precede you in losing their divine forms..."<br/>"They shall be forgotten, and only the memory of your sacrifice will be remembered."<br/><br/>"My Khvarena, daughter of flowers..."<br/>"If you are resolved to not retreat out of fear..."<br/>"Then throw yourself into the embrace of your new mistress."

1cc529b3

2023-04-10T22:21:31.648Z

2023-04-10T22:21:31.647Z

2023-04-10T21:39:44.000Z

94452

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An exquisite seal cage patterned with pansies painted upon a black backdrop, decorated with shining inlaid seashells and intricate gold-work.

In the distant past, when Seirai Island had yet to be shrouded by storm clouds, memories would rise and fall like breaths.<br/>In the end, the elegant container that contained thunderstorms and tremors could not be handed over to the one to whom it was promised.<br/><br/>"Did you come to me because the string is broken again? You're such a headache."<br/>"Other than your swordsmanship, you're just an idiotic old gambler, aren't you?"<br/><br/>"Hmph. Don't you look down on me. I learned my archery from a tengu, you know? It's pretty famous, too."<br/>"It's just that I'm too good with a sword, you know? That's why no one ever talks about my archery."<br/>"Actually, now that I think about it, that's such a waste of good archery. How about I teach it to you, then?"<br/><br/>Once upon a time, you mended that idiot's broken seal cage, all the while speaking those harsh words...<br/>Once upon a time, though you used harsh words to divert others, you could not help but smile faintly.<br/><br/>"Please. You're already a Hatamoto with important responsibilities. Why are you still running around looking for trouble?"<br/>"And you're already married too, to a sweet wife no less. Why do you spend your days wandering and gambling, huh?"<br/><br/>You're already...<br/>The question was on the edge of your lips, but you were unable to ask, and you decided never to bring it up again.<br/>If the Lady Saiguu had been here with you, she would surely have put it in a clever and merry way...<br/><br/>"It doesn't matter anymore. I gave myself a holiday, at least for today."<br/>"Let's leave that whole shrine business behind and sneak off to the seaside, just like we did when you were little."<br/><br/>And so he dragged you to the harbor, where you watched the ships sailing back and forth, as if in a trance.<br/>You listened to him talk about Teruyo of the shrine, and how she had inherited her master's beauty and skill.<br/>You listened to him talk about his terrifying nightmares, in which he cut off his own head...<br/>But you both knew that those were just words to hide the melancholy of adulthood.<br/><br/>Later, a long time later,<br/>Overlooking the mossy reefs and the harbor where the two of you once had that quiet rendezvous...<br/>For the gambler to win his bet again, for the sake of praying for his safety...<br/>Once again, you dared to stand upon those heights, holding up the seal cage that you made with your own hands.<br/>Bearing the hope of retrieving those memories, you gathered the power of thunder and lightning.

2b5b3134

2022-11-01T23:20:40.742Z

2022-09-06T00:04:14.000Z

89340

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A man-made flower in eternal bloom. Who knows if there truly is life in there?

A summer festival flower that blooms forever,<br/>That will not wilt even if buried deep below the snow.That will not wilt even if buried deep below the snow.<br/><br/>Some may label it an imitation, an false life,<br/>For life lies in change, pain and growth,<br/>In meetings, and also in partings.<br/><br/>But the memories of meeting her,<br/>Of watching the fireworks bloom in the sky like fresh flowers together,<br/>The memories of that foxy-eyed woman who eventually disappeared without a trace...<br/>That unwithering flower is the final thing to remember her by.<br/><br/>In the end, the difference comes down to the fact that for some,<br/>Life is as eternal as this undying summer bloom,<br/>But for most, it is as transient as smoke.<br/>

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2022-11-01T23:20:40.524Z

2022-09-06T00:04:09.000Z

89320

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A well-crafted wooden dart. It will only stop once it has reached its destination.

An intricately-made throwing dart. It is a common sight during the summer festival.<br/>In the ghost stories of Inazuma,<br/>There is a tale about a meeting between the human and inhuman...<br/><br/>To celebrate my wife's pregnancy, I went to the shrine to give a votive offering.<br/>But for reasons unknown, I went up the mountain with these objects.<br/>The water balloon from when I seven, the fox mask from when I was seventeen,<br/>And a flower that would not wilt in ten or even a hundred years.<br/><br/>Why did I expect to meet her again?<br/>No matchmaker introduced myself and my wife, and we were always short on money,<br/>And it took some time for us to produce an heir,<br/>But our days were still filled with happiness, were they not?<br/><br/>But still I detoured on that mountain road to the place where I'd seen the fireworks with her.<br/>Pulling the bushes apart, I thought I saw her dressed in white, sitting upon that rock.<br/>But when I came forward and looked, it was just a fox sunbathing.<br/>It leaped up at the sound of snapping branches, and fled into the woods,<br/>And like the spots of light that poke between leaves moved by the breeze, it was gone in a flash.<br/>All that was left was an old wooden throwing dart.

1a111ecb

2022-11-01T23:20:40.543Z

2022-09-06T00:04:09.000Z

89330

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A popular mask cast in the image of a deity, as described in the legends.

The mask of one indwelt by a deity.<br/>A mask that has been cast in the image of some legendary deity.<br/><br/>People will often take on the guise of the fox of legend,<br/>Covering their faces with masks based on her divine visage,<br/>Perhaps wishing that they might gain her ability of transformation.<br/><br/>In Inazuma's legends, everything has a spirit.<br/>...But even so,<br/>It is likely that most such beings would have long fled,<br/>Driven into the forests by the suppression of the Shogun.<br/><br/>But many people still believe in these divine foxes and the ability to be indwelt by them...<br/>They believe that thousands of years of age may confer power upon animals.<br/>As such, they also believe in what this fox mask represents.<br/><br/>A note has been left on the back of this mask, written in a lovely hand.<br/>"I'm sorry, I departed under the cover of the fireworks."<br/>"We will most likely never meet again. Take care of yourself."<br/>

178f8a0d

2022-11-01T23:20:40.570Z

2022-09-06T00:04:10.000Z

89350

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A pocketwatch that has stopped at a certain point in time.

A small, ornate pocket watch.<br/>The watch seems to have stopped at a certain time of day.<br/>In the ghost stories of Inazuma,<br/>This has something to do with an encounter with something inhuman...<br/><br/>On the night of the summer festival, as I walked the path to the shrine with the girl I admired,<br/>I heard, only barely, the sound of a lost child's cries.<br/>In that moment of distraction, I fell, spraining my ankle and breaking that pocket watch.<br/><br/>While she ran to look for some ointment,<br/>I tried to make way for the people passing through,<br/>And sat down on a rock by the wayside to rest.<br/>The beautiful mask-wearing woman sat down beside me.<br/>"There are few who know about this spot."<br/>"But it's the best place to watch the fireworks, you know?"<br/><br/>It should have been a dream.<br/>We hadn't met in ten years,<br/>And she had aged not a single day in those years, and yet...<br/><br/>"You've grown so much. Looks like we should pass on the game of fusen."<br/>"I've brought wine, though. Let's watch the fireworks together. What do you say?"<br/>

18670cf6

2022-11-01T23:20:40.547Z

2022-09-06T00:04:09.000Z

89310

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Water balloons can be seen everywhere during the summer festival, but none are as finely-wrought as this one.

A beautiful water balloon filled with water.<br/>In the ghost stories of Inazuma,<br/>This is a memento from a chance meeting with something inhuman...<br/><br/>During the summer festival, I was separated from my parents.<br/>It was but a moment, but I had wanted to look at the water balloons,<br/>And let go my hand that had gripped on to my father's sleeve.<br/>Before we knew it, the tide of people escorting the divine palanquin had washed us apart.<br/><br/>I cried by the torii gates along the road to the shrine,<br/>And I counted the feet of the people ascending the mountain.<br/>I do not know when it happened,<br/>But a beautiful lady with fox-like eyes had come to my side, and taken my hand.<br/><br/>"How preposterous, to leave such an adorable child here."<br/>"So, how about it? Would you like to see the fireworks, throw some darts, and play fusen with me?"<br/>

173ab5c8

2022-11-01T23:20:40.558Z

2022-09-06T00:04:10.000Z

94422

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This was once the black feather of a certain tengu warrior, and was the treasured souvenir of an ancient swordsman.

Surrounded by the black feathers seized by his onrushing blade, the man who stood on the cusp of becoming a swordmaster...<br/>...Finally caught the girl who had been untouchable for so many years...<br/><br/>"Yikes, that was a close shave. Well done indeed."<br/>"If your sword hadn't been broken by your strength,"<br/>"I would've died here for sure. Well then..."<br/><br/>Teruyo, shall we change the venue for our duel next year?<br/>There are a few places I know of where you can also see the scarlet sakura falling...<br/>As he looked around at the small shrine he had destroyed, holding the tengu's trembling hand,<br/>These words lay on the tip of Michihiro's tongue even as he stared at the black feathers that he had sliced off.<br/><br/>"You did touch me, after all. I must admit that this is clearly your victory."<br/><br/>Victory has not been decided yet. Let's meet again next year, he wanted to say.<br/><br/>"Now, your sword can even surpass the speed of a tengu."<br/>"I will never forget a single one of our duels in these past thirteen years."<br/>"But as a Tengu, I have duties to the clan that I must fulfill."<br/>"Thinking back, I changed your name in hopes that you might escape from the curse of the oni bloodline."<br/>"With that war, non-human blood grows thinner and thinner."<br/>"Ah well. We should not covet the happy endings that humans enjoy, after all. But you're different."<br/>"You are now 'Iwakura.' You are no longer the 'Mikoshi' who shoulders the burden of oni blood."<br/><br/>"Goodbye, Michihiro, and please forget me."<br/>"Use your sword for the Iwakura bloodline... and open a path that belongs to the Iwakura alone."

1e936096

2022-12-05T22:53:27.069Z

2022-12-05T21:53:54.000Z

88350

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A sundial carved from a single, large piece of jade. Its lined with a pattern that silently records the passage of time.

A sundial made using regal jade.<br/>It silently pursues both time and tide.<br/><br/>Even rocks that have stood firm for time immemorial will eventually disintegrate over time, crumbling into dust and gravel.<br/><br/>Legend has it that the Lord of Geo once made the glittering stars of the earth into devices for telling time, all the better to teach the ancient humans about the value of every moment.<br/>Over the passage of time, this sundial came to be the prized possession of Kunwu, who was then still a young scholar in training.<br/><br/>"When I was young, I dreamed of studying the classics and going to Sumeru to attain the greatest wisdom."<br/>"Yet when gaining this dial, I played with and examined it for many long days, and could not find in it a single flaw."<br/>"Thus I changed tacks and sought a master craftsman to learn a new trade, and thereby challenge the creator of this divine tool."<br/>

179d2a64

2022-11-01T23:20:40.483Z

2022-09-06T00:04:09.000Z

51150

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A sundial that has survived the ages, always silently recording the cycles of the sun and moon as they pass through the sky.

The traveler pursued both fate and the inexorable passage of time.<br/>The troupe that resisted the aristocracy — and their end — could be seen in the eternal flow of time.<br/><br/>In the course of a long journey, even the most well-made watch might cease to work.<br/>The only unfailing marker of time was the passage of the sun and moon.<br/>So to chase formless time, the traveler could only pursue light itself.<br/><br/>The great halls of the nobility, and the rebellious troupe with no room to lay their heads.<br/>Both were churned just the same by the flow of time, and both like fleeting dreams raced towards the same destruction.<br/><br/>Under the moonless night sky, the dark shadows drew upon the outlander's tired face.<br/>"The songs are spent like arrows few, to the choir the curtain calls."<br/>"Shall I ever see you smile anew, when the tower in the city square falls?"

17e8412c

2022-11-01T23:20:39.393Z

2022-09-06T00:03:42.000Z

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An intricately-made cup. Its appearance betrays nothing of its age to an observer.

He was born with a face fairer than any other,<br/>Destined to a long life and a hollow will.<br/><br/>He was a transcendent being, divinely created, but he was cast aside like worthless dross.<br/>Yet, due to an error that cannot be known, he roused himself from slumber,<br/>And began to wander the mortal realm.<br/><br/>Before the Fatui found him, he had drifted for countless years<br/>And in that time, this is what his experience had taught him:<br/><br/>"I am a 'human' who surpasses all others."<br/>"Even the gods daren't meddle in my fate."<br/>"Neither mortal nor god, nor fate itself, is qualified to be my judge."<br/>"I am free to choose how I wish to spend the remainder of my days."<br/><br/>"Since these mask-wearing people are so fun to be around..."<br/>"I think I'll become one of them."<br/>

166fbe70

2022-11-01T23:20:40.692Z

2022-09-06T00:04:13.000Z

79320

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A lightning-charged feather that still flickers with the wrath of the Thunderbird's cruel retribution.

The lost feather of the Thunderbird enchanted in purple lightning.<br/>It serves as the last witness of the destruction of the tribe.<br/><br/>The ancient tribe held the Thunderbird as its protector. But it rained down thunder upon the tribe.<br/>On one gloomy night, it shared a pure friendship with the lad.<br/>Once it departed, the lad picked up the feather it dropped.<br/><br/>"I shall sing you another tune,<br/>When you come again with thunder and rain."<br/><br/>Driven to madness by the remorse of a promise unkept,<br/>The Thunderbird left the mountain in cinders.<br/>It was hunted down years after, slain as a monster.<br/><br/>Years passed, the burned land revitalized.<br/>The lightning-feather was left buried in the vegetation.<br/>The story of the Thunderbird and the young lad all but perished with the tribe.<br/><br/>

16edd86d

2022-11-01T23:20:40.297Z

2022-09-06T00:04:04.000Z

98452

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A circular jade ornament. Legend has it that it was once used somewhere as a symbol for rituals to begin.

It is said that this jade ornament comes from the long-sealed sacred mountain.<br/>Just as a Starconch separated from the sea will recall the sound of the waves,<br/>The ornament will also emit the sound of flowing water.<br/><br/>You may often hear such rumors in inns...<br/>"You know, legend has it that the greatest treasure of the mountains is a slab of fine jade that can bring down sweet rains."<br/>"But when the world was in turmoil, demons began to covet its power."<br/>"So the master of the mountain split it into many parts, forming each part into different shapes, so as to hide them."<br/>"Then, the master concealed them underwater, in the hills, and some were even offered to shrines."<br/>"In the legends of Chenyu Vale, these jade ornaments bear the blessing of a deity's pact."<br/>"It's just that no one has been able to find them, even after so many years..."<br/><br/>The priest had been ever careful in hiding this jade loop on their person.<br/>But on certain years, they would discreetly show it to a friend with no sense of refinement on the eve of a departure.<br/>The priest would speak of its patterns and its origins, and of the pact made with a deity by their ancestors,<br/>But the friend was busy pounding herbs with mortar and pestle, and did not hear a single word.<br/><br/>"We do this song and dance every year, and I've heard this story who-knows-how-many times."<br/>"Didn't you say you'd treat me to some tea when you get back? Let's talk then."<br/>But that which came from the waters was not that which she had thought would come, and would vanish henceforth back into those waters...<br/><br/>Till today, the artisans of Yilong Port still make such simple ornaments.<br/>Visiting merchants will also often place these jade loops close to their ears, as the legend says,<br/>Wondering if they can truly hear the sound of the rain pitter-pattering on mountain stone.

21af1bb1

2022-11-01T23:20:41.058Z

2022-09-06T00:04:19.000Z