In this virtual universe, there is a voice that has never been heard, and a shadow wanders at the junction of light and darkness. Her name is Aikefei, one of the names of the four-star character, a card face that no one pays attention to.
Her existence, like an unfinished poem, lies silently on the edge of the game world. She has no dazzling skills, no brilliant legends, only a thin layer of dust, covering her, silent.
Those heroes with bright halos walked by, and her shadow stretched and stretched under their feet. She does not fight for glory or beauty, but sticks to her tiny post in her own way. Her ability is ignored, and her name is downplayed.
But she still exists.
Still standing there.
Listen to the wind in the wind of Teyvat.
Count the stars in the sand of years.
Her breakthrough materials are emerald and cold jade from the mountains, beryl and crystal snails picked from the abyss; these names sound strange, but they are the nutrients of her life. There are no gorgeous battle animations, nor are there any skills that attract everyone’s attention. She just accumulates silently and uses these fragmented resources to build a castle for herself.
In that world, the battle never stops. Every general attack and every elemental burst are her questions about fate. Players don’t have high expectations for her, and often throw her in a corner. Only when other characters are lacking, they reluctantly summon her to appear. Her damage numbers are often not eye-catching, and her existence seems to just fill the gap.
However, there is also her voice in that gap.
Her talent book is the teaching, guidance and philosophy of “justice”, and every page turning is her self-cultivation. The rotation of meshing gears, the precision of mechanical spur gears, and the complexity of artificial power gears seem to imply that her fate is led by invisible mechanical hands. She is a set gear, but she also tries not to become a discarded part.
The Secret Source Gas Throat, a material dropped by the newly emerged Boss, is a symbol of her growth. It symbolizes a challenge and a lonely struggle. She struggled again and again in the dungeon, facing powerful enemies alone, and her figure gradually blurred in the broken battlefield.
Her story has no sound, no applause, only repetitions and loneliness again and again. Pale remains, eroded horns, and the Crown of Insight, these names are coldly piled up into the trajectory of her destiny, like a lament, no one sings, but never stops.
Her character level ranges from 20 to 90, and every breakthrough is a challenge to her own limitations. Her weapon, the Scented Player, carries the power that is not noticed, turns into a whisper in the wind, and floats in the sky of Teyvat.
She has no bright future, nor is she destined to be glorious. She is the shadow standing in the corner, calm, silent, and tenacious. Her existence is a tribute to the ordinary and a confession to the forgotten.
Perhaps, her fate is like the meshing gears, rotating constantly, cyclically, and never stopping. Her name is whispered in the wind, but cannot be heard by the earth. Her story is like the stars, distant, weak, but never extinguished.
In this noisy world, we need more such existence. Those unknown footsteps silently walk through the dark corners, stick to their own paths, and watch their own light.
She is a four-star, ordinary, small, but also an indispensable part of Teyvat. She is a forgotten poem and a silent watcher.
Bei Dao wrote in his poem: “Everything will pass, only loneliness will last forever.” The story of Ai Kefei is the footnote of this loneliness and the whisper of that era.
She walked on the long road with firm steps. There was no applause, no attention, only the singing of the wind and her own heartbeat.