[In the final cycle of an ending torn apart by the stars, the divine thrones of the seven nations crumble one after another]
When the twins' blades pierce the same sun and moon for the thousandth time;
When the song of a thousand winds rings through a shattered city-state, playing the final verse of defiance against the gods;
When the one who pierces the rainbow with stone spears has his spine crushed by the Heavenly Principles' Nail;
When the tree of wisdom in Sumeru etches nonexistent rings into the fabric of space and time;
When the reflection in the mirror kneels before the Hydro Archon's throne, watching the judge become the final shattered scale of Fontaine
Teyvat's twilight is devouring every possibility.
[We once called them by these names: Venti, Zhongli, Ei, Nahida, Furina... Now they are all fools who raise their blades against fate]
In a rift in time and space that has been reset 4.87 million times, Paimon's starlight is fading. Watching their companion's fingertips turn transparent, the Traveler suddenly understands the forbidden words at the edge of the starry sky: “The world is a vessel for His dream.”
“This time, let me be the variable.”
The star guide burns with the light of her very essence. Before the hourglass of time overturns, she pushes the Traveler toward the starting point of the next cycle
[The final war will begin across every timeline at once]
(When history becomes code that can be rewritten, and memories become a battlefield that must be protected)
(On the blade that severs cause and effect, seven flames of civilization flicker, perish, and blaze anew)
“Find the threefold paradox of ■■■.” Before she fades away, Paimon leaves behind a prophecy: “At the very end of time... we will meet again in a place that does not exist.”
