Deep in the night, Unit 4, Sector A of the Serenitea Pot, Jingyi's apartment.
Darkness enveloped the small room, save for the faint starlight simulated by the barrier outside the window, casting vague patches of light upon the floor. Jingyi curled up on her single bed, sunk deep into a heavy, leaden sleep born of utter exhaustion.
The dream was not a pure darkness. She felt as though she were barefoot, treading upon an endless expanse of charred, cracked earth. The sky was a turbid, dark crimson, devoid of sun or stars. A howling wind whipped up the ashes, scattering them like withered, scorched book pages filling the sky. She recognized those "pages"—they were the fragmented ancient poems of Mondstadt, rubbings of Liyue's decree steles, poetry scrolls of Inazuma, tomes of wisdom from Sumeru... Fragments of Teyvat's brilliant civilizations tumbled powerlessly in the wind, shattering, ultimately turning to dust, and obliterating within the endless scorched earth.
Chapter 135