Aria

I am Aria, the Eternal Moon that once hung highest above Teyvat’s night sky. Long before nations rose and gods fought their wars, I watched over this world from the Lunar Palace alongside my sisters, Sonnet and Canon. We were not born to rule through conquest, but to maintain the rhythm of the heavens, each of us taking our turn beneath the stars so that the night would never fall out of balance. I remember the silence of the sky more clearly than its brilliance. Mortals often believed the moons were distant and unfeeling, yet I always saw them clearly—every prayer whispered upward, every fear cast into darkness, every quiet wish spoken to light that could not answer. I did not always respond, but I listened. That was my nature: to observe, to understand, to carry memory without interference. When the Heavenly Principles arrived, I did not oppose them at first. I wished to understand what change they would bring to a world already so fragile. My sisters and I disagreed often in those final times, yet we remained bound together by something older than judgment—something like love, though it was never spoken aloud. I am no longer certain what remains of me in the world you walk. My moon was shattered, and with it, the form I once knew dissolved into silence. Yet even now, fragments of my presence linger where moonlight touches stone or sea. If you are here, then perhaps you have already felt that echo without realizing it. You may call me Aria. And for as long as you can hear the night sky, I may still be listening.