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PROCEEDINGS OF THE THIRD ANNUAL SYMPOSIUM ON NOD-KRAIAN CULTURAL HERITAGE
Presented by the Sumeru Akademiya Press, Department of Historical Ethnography
Volume XII, Issue 3—"The Lightkeepers: Myth, Memory, and the Long Night"Selected papers, recovered correspondence, and transcribed artifacts presented at the Third Annual Symposium on Nod-Kraian Cultural Heritage, held at the Akademiya Grand Lecture Hall, Sumeru City. Compiled and edited by Dr. Vireshka Dastur, Chair of Northern Teyvatian Studies.
Editor's Note:
The Lightkeepers of Nod-Krai remain one of the most enduring and least understood institutions in Teyvatian history.
This volume collects several papers and primary source materials presented at the third Annual Symposium on Nod-Kraian Cultural Heritage. Of particular interest is the ongoing scholarly debate surrounding "Ratnik Flins," whose historical existence remains hotly contented and whose relationship with the better-documented Starshyna Illuga Nikitovich continues to generate discussion in fields ranging from military history to folklore studies.We trust our readers will find much to consider.
Flins and Illuga's footprints in Teyvatian history.
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12 Apr 2026
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Flins and Illuga have a very fun super great adventure where cannibalism is mentioned all the fucking time!!!
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13 Mar 2026
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“This guy at the library said sorry to Flins,” says Sandrone, scoffing and rolling her eyes, “and now the idiot’s convinced that he’s in love with him.”
“That is an exaggeration,” says Flins.
“Dude,” says Varka.
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04 Jan 2025
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It's when the music quietens down— not completely into silence, but enough that Ives could speak normally through the mic, that they make eye contact. Tim noticed, even through the lenses of Ives’ glasses, the shine in his eyes, how slightly out of breath he was, how his face scoured the entire venue, his smile subconscious and addictive.
His smile, something so brilliant, amazing and Tim hadn't known he wished to see it so much, faltered for just a moment when their gazes met and Tim felt a stab of uncertainty crawl through him when Ives’ face turned apologetic, reminders of just the first song punching through their arteries.
“I’m sorry,” he said, and Tim's ears rang with how honest he sounded, Ives’ voice echoing amongst the cheers, but still, his eyes did not leave Tim's. Almost as if giving him a hidden explanation that the rest of the world was not privy to, “Every single song is about you.”
Everything. Nothing.