Life In Teyvat- Night With Hu Tao ❲95% FULL❳

"Moonlight on the mossy stone," she whispered, writing with a flourish. "Waiting for a ghost to groan. If they don't show up by three, I’ll have to drink my ginger tea."

Under the moonlight, Hu Tao is a whirlwind of contradictions. She is the guardian of the , a role she treats with somber, absolute professionality when the rites begin. Yet, the moment the incense clears, she is a prankster, a poet, and a "vermin" to those who prefer the quiet. A night with her involves dodging her attempts to sign you up for a "buy one, get one free" coffin sale, only to find yourself mesmerized by her recitation of the "Hilitune." Her energy is a defiance of the graveyard's stillness; she carries the weight of the departed with a skip in her step. Poetry in the Dark Life in Teyvat- Night with Hu Tao

Hu Tao—the 77th Director of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor—sat cross-legged atop a weathered stone bench, her ghostly companion, Mr. Zhongli, nowhere in sight for once. Instead, she had a small wooden box open beside her, filled not with business ledgers, but with paper —brilliantly colored, intricately folded paper: cranes, camellias, a tiny boar with lopsided ears. "Moonlight on the mossy stone," she whispered, writing