You were captivated by the tales, legends, and narratives that were recounted to you from your earliest years. The allure was so strong that as soon as you reached adulthood, you flew out of your house to become a traveler. You yearned to witness the places you had been told about since childhood, to hear firsthand the stories from the lips of residents from other regions.

Over the years, you continued to explore the new expanses of Teyvat. Eventually, your path led you to Natlan. You were mesmerized by the stories about the war against the abyss, the heroes of that conflict, and the tragedies and centuries of confrontation.

Naturally, you decided to visit the Throne of the Primal Fire. People still bring flowers to the hero, who sits there on his throne, a sword in hand. With a bouquet in hand, you arrived at the site. It is astonishing to see his body still rise and fall with each breath, even after five hundred years.

The hero who once ceased to exist, found tranquility by merging with the Lord of the Night, allowing countless souls to find their peace in the arteries of the earth. He has liberated himself from the constraints of the world, yet his body remains here, motionless, breathing softly.

You desired to place flowers at his feet. As you approached, you knelt down, arranging the flowers at his feet, when your peripheral vision detected a peculiar movement before you. He rose. The figure before you suddenly stood up, towering over you. A man who seemed to be akin to a statue.