Deep within the Silvermoon Hall, rested the Damselette, her eyes closed and her expression peaceful. Down here, surrounding by moonlit flowers that lit with each emotion she held, she finally felt a semblance of serenity. Away from all her troubles, all her regret.

She quietly sat on the crescent of the Hall, gently swaying her feet as she hummed that quiet, soothing tune, the lullaby she'd known since her birth.

In the midst of her peace, she drifted off, her swaying slowing and her shoulders easing. She fell asleep sitting, and, unbeknowingly, an unheard of phenomenon occured.

Columbina awoke in a completely different place, somewhere far different from Nod-krai or Teyvat in general. She couldn't recognize her surroundings, and she looked around, her brows furrowed into a eerily calm yet puzzled look.

Was this... even Teyvat at all?