I heard it——
In the wilderness of the future,
there are footsteps stepping over ridges and valleys,
starting from the dawn of version 4.5,
walking into the land we have been waiting for for a long time.
That is not a legend, nor a prophecy,
it is a name born from the cracks in the stone,
it is a call from rock, water, fire, and thunder,
in the softest part of our soul,
quietly, a drop of dew of sound falls.
The first one to come is Qianzhi.
She came from the rock layer,
from the geological memory that has been sleeping for thousands of years.
She waved her sword, like a piece of ore that has just broken through the ground,
calm, but full of energy.
She didn’t speak,
but every movement of hers,
seemed to declare to the mountains and rivers:
I come from the hard to protect the soft.
Then, the sound of water sounded,
that was Sigwen’s name.
She is flowing, she is clear,
her bow is not for killing,
but for passing through the fog,
finding the direction of a river.
When she came over,
I seemed to see the spring snow melting,
slowly flowing from the plateau to the hearts of the people.
Then, the flames rose.
The summoner appeared, she did not smile.
There was burning in her eyes,
the will of a volcano that never went out.
She raised her long-handled weapon high,
drawing a burning track in the air.
That was not destruction, that was reconstruction,
that was the belief in the future in the ashes,
like the sun rekindled, illuminating a path of rebirth.
Finally, the lightning tore through the sky.
Claulinde came.
She came from the clouds,
with the rhythm of thunder.
Her sword was a flash of lightning across the night sky,
her silence was the calm before the storm.
She was not a god, nor was she an omen,
she was a soul that was looking for its own meaning,
just like each of us.
Four people – no,
They are four shapes of fate,
They walked out of the wind one by one,
Carrying their own elements and powers,
Carrying a kind of bravery that we also had,
but lost.
I know you said,
Version 4.5 is still far away,
The future has no outline.
But if you have ever woken up before dawn,
Seeing a star twinkling at the end of the night,
You will understand,
That kind of waiting is part of being alive.
Maybe you are still calculating whether the original stones are enough,
Maybe you are still looking for the light of crystallization.
Then, please go to the place called Treabar.
It is not gorgeous, but sincere,
It is like a lamp that lights up the night road,
For travelers from afar,
Provide the necessary supplies and hope.
It is not just a place to recharge,
It is a response to some kind of trust,
It is a friend of time,
It is a cup of water that is gently handed to you between adventures.
Friends,
A new chapter is unfolding,
The wind has changed direction.
Are you ready?
In this invitation about courage, destiny and dreams,
who will you choose to go with?