In the periphery of Snezhnaya, in the time the snowstorm of mid December fell, in the woods, Arlecchino found a child. Crimson eyes, charcoal hair.

He introduced himself as Fool, proclaiming it was an inspiration from her very own 'fake' name Arlecchino.

She wondered, can a fool who knew of a fool's antics be called as Fool?

It was later that she found out that Fool... was truly a fool. An extremely foolish boy. Even Fool himself did not realize it. 

This was not about the beauty of Teyvat, but a boy called Fool who must transversed the darker shade of Teyvat, as a part of Fatui.

In the dark, a little spark of light was resplendent and full of hope, like how Fool saw Arlecchino's harsh training as a light. But in the light, a little tint of dark would be something repulsing. Fool realized this as he saw people sneering at someone who had protected them all her life, and yet she received nothing but scorn all by but a lie.

At some point, Fool realized that there were some people who deserved the world, yet they had to bear the burdens that crushed the strongest of shoulders. Superfluous words and heartfelt worship were not enough. Tears and downcast gazes were also not enough. There had to be someone to stop all of these 'injusticeness', these nonsense 'truths'.

And he, Fool... jumped straight in, dived head-first, like a fool he was. A foolish moth to a flame.

Teyvat... Is about to be changed. 

It is a resplendent journey, in one way or another.

Warning: Assisted by AI. The beginning is a bit rough, and perhaps there are many deviations (Not a player here, but a reader). Judge it yourself. Don't worry, I did read the lores, and even watched some gameplays, so I do have a foundation.

Still here? Alright, let's go.

ATTENTION!
The story began 12 years before the Traveler wake up, and many characters would appear younger, and some scenarios, unless mentioned that it happened prior to Traveler's awakening, would be created solely by imagination.

There would be changes to some characters too in terms of development. Some are minimum, while some... would have their fate upturned.

I shall gather the unhinged pictures I drew with my bloody fingers, which correlated with this fanfic.


This is a personalized zone. Mweheheheh—


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