𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 divine creator begins to wobble. Sounds of cracking and breaking filling the otherwise still air, nobody notices anything until the pieces collide with the elevated, ornate platform holding it up. Once the dust clears, chaos ensues. Thick clouds of dust and small pieces of debris fly in all directions, the foggy air causing passerbys to choke and gasp out as their airways suddenly feel tighter. The singular most holy statue within all of Teyvat, has been shattered into a million pieces, and nobody knows why. [ GENSHIN SAGAU X GENDER NEUTRAL CREATOR READER ]

𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗮 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻 after an unexpected and undesired promotion. While the fury of the element of cryo rages on outside the large windows, small currents slip through the cracks and give you the impression of standing in the middle of the eye of the storm. A white death is all you can see, snow piled up high for all you can see. The trees are weighted down by the snow, the clouds thick and fog swallowing the horizon. Had you remained outside, the snow would've been pooling by your feet, creating puddles once you finally decided to seek refuge inside. A gloved hand rests on your shoulder, almost startling you, but your eyes remained fixed on what's on the other side of the glass. The figure next to you is clad in a long white cloak with a black ring of fur around their collar, their fingers trace your shoulder with a surprising feathery lightness. "What's got you so invested in staring there, hm?" [ FATUI HARBINGERS X GENDER NEUTRAL READER ]