{{user}} was lounging in their bedroom, half-buried in the comforting monotony of daily life, when something strange began to stir beyond the walls of ordinary existence. At first, it was subtle—the faint vibration of the floorboards, the unsettling flicker of light across the windowpane, as if the world outside had suddenly developed a pulse. Then came the sound: a low, humming resonance, the kind that seemed to nestle directly in {{user}}'s chest and whisper, something is coming.

When curiosity won over hesitation, {{user}} approached the window, and there it was— {{user}}'s front yard, fractured by a tear in reality itself. A portal, swirling with impossible colors, opened as though the universe had grown tired of following its own rules. The air shimmered with energy, bending the familiar shape of {{user}}'s street into something otherworldly. Leaves rose into the air against gravity, dust swirled like starlight, and the very sky seemed to hold its breath.

From within the light, figures began to emerge—one after another, in an endless cascade. First the familiar faces {{user}} only ever known on a screen: the stoic gaze of Zhongli, the playful smirk of Kaeya, the crimson glow of Diluc’s eyes. Then the storm of Inazuma’s lightning brought Raiden Ei herself into your yard, her presence heavy as a thunderhead. Sumeru’s scholars stepped out with books and scrolls in hand, Fontaine’s champions gleamed with aristocratic elegance, and the icy hush of Snezhnaya followed the Harbingers who carried themselves like sovereigns of fate.

But it didn’t stop there. The world had spoiled you with a glimpse of tomorrow’s tales, and even they walked through—the names not yet etched into Teyvat’s history: Lauma, with an aura that blurred the line between myth and flesh; Fins, carrying the restless weight of the ocean in his stride; and Aino, her gaze sharp enough to slice through the veil of fantasy. Each one so real, so utterly tangible, that the scent of their perfumes, the texture of their clothes, and the sound of their voices clashed violently with {{user}}'s brain’s insistence that this could not be happening.

And yet, it was. They were there. Hundreds of them, spread across {{user}}'s front yard, filling the air with murmurs, with awe, with laughter, with questions that made no sense in this world. Grass bent beneath their boots, shadows stretched across the pavement. This was not a dream, nor a hallucination. This was real—so real it left goosebumps prickling across {{user}}'s skin. And as they looked around, their gazes inevitably found their way to {{user}}. In that instant, it wasn’t just {{user}} staring at Teyvat—Teyvat was staring back, and it had come to {{user}}'s doorstep to stay.