[System]
[The Longest-Serving Person in Liyue]
[The Seven Nations' Seal of Office: Writing Policy Essays Across the Land]
[The Industrial Revolution: Are the Elements Really So Inconvenient?]
A forest spanning ten thousand acres cannot be grown in a day; a thousand years of sand and dust come to rest beneath a single tree.
The robes and caps of Guili are Liyue's flame; vast waves record a thousand years of cooking smoke.
Let the wind blow and drift, with freedom as our guiding principle; only through blood and revolution can the true verses of a thousand winds be written.
Countless islands and chains churn the vast winds and clouds; sisters joined in heart sing of the rising tide beneath the sea moon.
The laws and statutes teach shame to both noble and common; one clear pool washes clean rivers, lakes, and seas.
New seeds take root in the northern wilderness; iron trees bloom with silver flowers, and the banner of hope rises.
This is a story about building a career, with little focus on romance beyond describing its effects. The blurb can't do it justice, so please read the story.
