Grass in Genshin Impact

What enters your body at midnight isn't always drowsiness.

What shines on your face at dawn isn't always sunlight.

What stabs you from behind isn't always a knife.

What you carry on your shoulders isn't always responsibility.

A heart-rending scream isn't always an expression of grievance.

The tree-lined path you long for is actually covered in frost every morning and at midnight...

P.S. The censors have rejected four versions of my blurb revision request. I'm tired. Let's just burn it all down. We all know what's going on, so just click in and read the book.