I feel the chill of anticipation creeping through my bones as I gaze upon the frozen peaks of Nod-Krai—a land where Teyvat's hidden truths slumber beneath glacial silence. The wind carries echoes from Dragonspine and Tsurumi Island, moonlit memories that flutter against my skin like phantom moths. After Natlan's fiery finale, this frozen sanctuary beckons with promises to mend the fractured heart of our story, and I find myself whispering to the constellations: Show me what the world forgot.

Where Lost Stories Find Their Voice

Crab and Aquaria’s revelations during that "Let's Start With Nod-Krai" stream still echo in my mind—a confession that stung like frostbite. Those rushed adventures through Mondstadt’s vineyards and Inazuma’s storms? They left gaps in Teyvat’s soul, empty spaces where crucial whispers should’ve lived. Now Nod-Krai emerges as the realm’s memory-keeper, stitching frayed timelines before we march toward the climax. It’s like… finding missing pages of a diary buried in an attic after decades. What tears or triumphs did we skip? Only these glacial wastes hold answers.

The Moon’s Ancient Pulse

Three primordial moons—their light older than the Seven themselves—cast long shadows here. I imagine their glow seeping into the ice, a celestial heartbeat thrumming beneath my boots. Remember Dragonspine’s murals? Tsurumi’s spectral carvings? They were mere breadcrumbs leading to this symphony of lunar power. Every faction here hungers for it:

• Frostmoon Scions who chant to craters like lovers 💫

• Fatui scheming with frostbitten ambition ❄️

• Wild Hunt’s warriors dancing under eclipses (seriously, their armor glints like captured starlight!)

• Lightkeepers guarding flames that defy eternal night

And that Curatorium of Secrets? Geez, just its name gives me chills—like spiders weaving webs in a library’s darkest corner. What relics do they hoard while Voynich Guild scholars in Nasha Town scribble frantic theories? The moon watches them all, silent and ancient as stone.

When the Welkin Moon Sings

Time twists strangely here at Teyvat’s edge. Aquaria’s tease—"after Version 5.8"—feels both imminent and eternally distant. But that cheeky "0910" code? September’s frost might finally crack open Nod-Krai’s gates. A whole year of lunar revelations awaits in the Song of the Welkin Moon series…

Varka marches beside me soon, his presence a steady drumbeat against uncertainty. Yet I wonder—will these moons illuminate truths we’re not ready to bear? Their light feels… alive. Watching. Judging. Like they’ve witnessed every sin and sacrifice since time’s dawn.

Factions collide, ancient powers stir, and I’m left clutching questions like melting snow:

What We Know	What Lingers in Mist
Primordial moons predate elements 🌌	Why did the Seven erase their legacy?
Year-long story arc begins ~Sept 2025	Will the Traveler’s resolve freeze or fracture?
Fatui vs. Frostmoon holy war ❄️⚔️	Can light exist without shadows to define it?

The mountains don’t answer. They just stand there, white and silent, keeping vigil over stories not yet told. Maybe some gaps were meant to stay empty—echo chambers for our own wondering.