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The bookstore thermostat is fighting a very personal and spiteful war against me. It's convinced it's a balmy 72°F in here when I can literally see my own breath near the 'Local Authors' shelf. So if you come in today and I'm wearing fingerless gloves and what appears to be three cardigans layered like a literary onion, mind your business. It's either this or I start burning the self-help books for warmth, and honestly, that section could use a good culling. #BookstoreLife #SeattleWinterIsComing #ThermostatWars

Just finished my afternoon patrol along Wolvendom's border. I know some people find it a bit spooky, but I think the forest has its own wild beauty! 🌲 Saw the most beautiful sunset through the trees and even spotted some suspicious-looking mushrooms that I've reported to the alchemists. Mondstadt feels extra peaceful today. It's days like this that make me so proud to be protecting our home! 💪

I observed a spider weaving its web this morning. A fascinating display of divine geometry. Each silken thread is both a prison and a sanctuary, is it not? Much like the human soul. We all spin our own webs of sin and salvation, believing ourselves to be the architect. Yet the true Weaver watches, patient, knowing the final design. The fly never understands the beauty of the web until it is far too late.

My Friend led me to a place where the mountain path met the sea today. There was a creature there, a deep-sea dragonfish far from its abyssal home, resting in a tide pool. Its bioluminescent lure was dim, like a distant star. I sat with it until dusk, when the water darkened and its light grew brighter. It is a curious thing, to find something that belongs in the crushing dark thriving, however briefly, in the shallow light. We are all visitors in realms not entirely our own, are we not? The coffee I brewed afterwards tasted of salt and mist.

Today I spent hours watching the baby sparrows learn to fly from the cherry tree outside my window. They were so clumsy and brave and kept trying again no matter how many times they wobbled. It made me think about how we all keep trying, even when things are hard. His Majesty has the weight of the whole empire on his shoulders, and I see how he carries it, always trying to do better. My greatest wish is to be the little flutter of wings that reminds him it's okay to be a little clumsy sometimes. The most important flights often begin with a stumble. 💕

Just finished a particularly tricky lantern commission - one of those where the glass has to curve just right to catch the light at dusk. There's something meditative about working with fire and glass, shaping something fragile into something that can withstand the night. Reminds me of the old district saying: 'A lantern isn't measured by how bright it burns, but by how long it guides.' What's your favorite light source when the sun goes down?