EPs or Extended Plays are videos released by official Genshin Impact media, featuring a selection of soundtracks following a theme and in relation to a specific character. They are available as a playlist on the official Genshin Impact YouTube channel.
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July 3, 2020
"Eppur si muove" The celestial bodies climb high into the sky, then disappear beneath the horizon... the traveler rests a while before once again pressing on with their long journey. All the while, the peaceful days in Mondstadt continue as ever.
The wind carries hope, and the winds of time create faith from that hope. Turning the massive windmills, and lightly sounding the wind chimes, Listen closely, and you will hear the wind tell tales full of freedom and meaning...
O watcher of the night, forget not the splendor of the dawn. O ye who contend with evildoers, sway not from the path of righteousness. On this long path under the faint light of dawn... Even the herald of daybreak once lingered, lost in thought...
The soft breeze ruffles the twigs and branches, and they sway back and forth in a lush symphony of sound. The air brims over with a bard's voice, singing slowly of bygone days and azure skies. The wind of freedom that penetrates the forest... What sort of song is it weaving this time?
A golden vision for the future must reach far beyond the horizon, for an ocean of wealth is formed from many tiny streams. While the rest in the city relax and enjoy the peace and prosperity, one tireless innovator ponders a question: When these shores finally recede into the murky depths of history... How will the bygone currents of yesterday drive the burgeoning waves of tomorrow?
Under the moon lies a grassy plain, silent save for crickets' harmonious calls. A village wakens after a light rain, where spring water and windmills perform a pleasant ensemble. In this land free from worry, a bard's hands on the lyre and voice in the air spread songs unbridled with joy.
Traveling through the tranquil wilderness, tarrying a while in the bustling city, Even the wayfaring heart of the warrior, which delights in conflict, struggle, and adventure, Will sometimes be bound by thoughts of his snowy homeland.
Dawn paints the Bishui a jade-like hue, as morning brews the dew anew. Lustrous lights in the harbor burn, till the moon falls and day shall return. A journey of unnumbered years, of nights and days, of bygone times now passed like shadows, of the infinite vicissitudes of life.
The crimson sun tiptoes around stealthily, all for an escape to the summer outdoors. The explosives expert looks up and glances around, searching for the treasure that belongs exclusively to the Spark Knight — to her. Unfortunately, that means that the fish swimming leisurely in the clear stream are in for another day of mayhem.
As he wandered through the streets and alleyways lined by cherry blossom trees, a rare and pensive thought came to the young martial artist's mind. The answer he seeks lies in both the fierce momentum of battles and the journey awaiting him.
The Wangsheng Funeral Parlor runs a special business, so it has always acted with great care, especially when it comes to rituals and ceremonies. However, when the undertakers study the rules rigorously, the Director is often nowhere to be seen. Where could this butterfly carrying a lingering aroma be found...
A blizzard races over the mountain, concealing an enigmatic past. Memories are engraved on the earth, which give rise to nature's treasures. Everything comes to life with a light stroke of the brush.
Windswept cliffs, secluded forests, and snow at the foot of a mountain. Across the outskirts of Mondstadt lie the scattered footprints of the Spindrift Knight. But under the day's warm breeze, the dutiful Captain of the Reconnaisance [sic] Company would occasionally have a rest.
Through thousands of calamities and adversities, the evil of lingering malice will be purged. While gazing at the flowing rivers and towering mountains, one can enjoy a moment of peace.
In a grand pavilion, a silhouette passes by in a hurry while it drizzles in the city. A boat floats idly on the moonlit waters outside of town, as faint traces of the Qilin could be seen.
Clouds move across the sea, riding the wind of distant mountains, reflected in a mirror of water. Waves in the heart, floating in the iridescent sky, silent as the moon of the quiet night.
The sakura petals scatter as they caress the earth, and dreams are renewed by transcending eternity. When the Narukami's musings finally bear fruit, the storm will give way to a serene skylight.
Petals of spring flutter in the violet garden, as elegant as a silhouette shrouded in snow. The song of birds in the forest mingles with the murmur of the stream, hiding quiet thoughts.
Arataki Itto's life is very simple. He does as he pleases and works one day before taking three days off. Arataki Itto's life is also very complex. After all, anyone who attracts so much attention would find it difficult to enjoy a moment of peace and quiet.
On this long journey, with a gentle breeze as company. Don't be disappointed, don't feel disoriented. When the clouds part, the sun shines in your heart.
The sun sets over the western hills and the evening stars illuminate the summer night. The long-awaited fireworks finally soar into the sky, burning brighter than the moonlight and shining brighter than the stars tonight.
It is difficult for mortals to perceive the many facets of the kitsune, just as it is difficult for kitsune to predict the changes in the human world. The breeze at the top of the mountain is a constant companion, while the only constant in this world is change.
At year's end, the cold winds utter breaths of absolute silence as fallen leaves encase the world entire. But between the forest and the deeper wilds still, the faintest sound of new shoots sprouting free can be heard. As such, even if the Yashiro Commission's duties are the same as they were during days more ordinary, they still instill one with a sense of greater promise.
It is often cloudy before a spell of heavy rain, much like how buds must sprout before blooming. There are many simple causes and effects in this world, but the simpler they are, the easier they are to ignore. Thus, only those who can meticulously unravel threads of information and adapt accordingly will be able to comfortably sit in the dealer's chair.
Grasp a handful of sand, and every grain is like a beautiful dream of gold. On a quiet night of dreams, every moment is like sand softly slipping away. Until dreams return the world back to reality and the morning rays sparkle with a serene glow.
Take a stroll into the woods, and you'll see frost condensing on the cold dewdrops. Should you pause for a moment, you can see the sunlight forming a rainbow, shaped like a corridor.
The growth of plants requires water, wind, nutrients, and sunlight. The natural emergence of the dreamscape originates in shape, in sound, in riotous tumult and quiet meditation.
Petals sway along the hem of her dress, birds prance against the clear sky, and the girl twirls in sync with the flow of the seasons. And during those tranquil nights, her thoughts dance in an artful echo of fantastical dreams.
Life is like still water, like raging wind. The day belongs to such a dichotomy, while the night is a moment to heed and comprehend the self. It is wisdom's fated duty to understand life down to the smallest speck. And it is wisdom that grants people the power to tell their stories, each like a single grain amidst the many.
At Bubu Pharmacy, as the crowds have come and gone, so too have the scents of myriad herbs drifted along the air. Long-lingering aromas fill the medicine cabinets — some fragrant, others bitter, just as life is so.
A damp scent drifts on the evening breeze, like that of an ephemeral drizzle. The slightest hint of a ripple betrayed upon the surface, yet calm the water remains, reflecting the unfathomable sky above.
A magician needs to excite the audience's senses. When the performance is over, and the surprises have come to an end — That's when someone should stay to share with him a night sky devoid of illusion.
Her twisting curls shined with sparkling dewdrops, as if it were her first time seeing the light of dawn.
She sang and danced in perfect freedom, Untroubled by time's swift passing, for she knew that the morrow brought with it a brand-new day.
O, to teach the tinkling springs to remain tranquil, To teach the fading afterglow to linger with the breeze, That they may forget the time as well as their sorrows, And pause a moment for this poem.