The snow and wind covered the ridge of the Dragon Ridge Mountain and weighed on people’s hearts. The world of Teyvat, on the eve of the arrival of the 52 version, seemed to usher in a long-lost silence and expectation. Chaska, Olorun, Navilet and Zhongli, these names are like figures poking out of the snow, slowly becoming clear, and then gradually fading away.

Chaska, she carries the soul of the wind. The wind is invisible, but it can be touched. Her bowstring is pulled open, like a torn cloud, and the arrow feathers fly out, breaking through the cold air. She is not a hurried traveler, but more like a wanderer in the mountains, walking slowly and glancing gently. The wind brought her here, and it will also take her away, leaving a faint shadow.

Olorun, a flash of lightning across the winter night, flashing a complex story. He did not have too many words, like thunder echoing in a silent valley. Betrayal, secrets, choices, these are like frost flowers on branches, icy and crystal clear. His bow and electricity are his weapons and his language.

Navilet and Zhongli, they are echoes of the past. Navilet’s water is soft and lingering, like a mother’s hand, caressing the wound in the heart. Zhongli’s rock is steady and firm, like the mountains of ancestors, giving support and strength. Reproduction is not a simple repetition, but a look back, a respect and continuation of the past years.

The Dragon Ridge Snow Mountain is still cold and vast. It is a place for training and the birthplace of stories. In this snow-white world, the wind blows, and time seems to stop slowly. The footsteps of the players are integrated into the breath of this land and become a new chapter.

Preparing the crystal of creation is like preparing for a long journey. Treabar’s platform has become a post station on the road, safe, fast, and reassuring. In the expectation of drawing cards, there is tension, joy, and infinite reverie about the future.

The wind of the 52 version brought new stories and brought back familiar faces. It is not as warm as the spring breeze, but a slow and unhurried cold wind in winter, calm and sincere, with simplicity and depth. It reminds us that games are not just games, but also a part of life, a place for the soul to rest and escape.

We walk in the wind and snow, with hope and melancholy. New characters and new plots come like snowflakes, covering the footprints of the past, but also paving the way for the future. The world of Teyvat is so vast, and each of us is a unique footprint on the snow.