Author's Teyvat Travel Guide

Up above in the stratosphere, a place where those who are worshipped call home, laid pristine white platforms made from marble and clay. The sky laid above its roofs, encompassing all the land they controlled. The firmament, distinguishing what belonged to the gods and what belonged to the universe. Vast and empty, dark and blinding, were the skies above the clouds, nothingness and never ending. The pale lady, brandished in black and red, has made a choice. The Morning Star must go, the Evening Star shall stay. Those who aid the sinful ones must pay the price. - A retelling of the Traveller's journey, except there's a twist, he knows more than he lets on and there's a certain Watcher amidst their group.