I’m sure a lot of you have heard about the Easter egg where we can hear Focalors’ crying when we visit the Fountain of Lucine.
But that just gave away one of the most important secrets about our dear Hydro Archon!
Watch the full video to find out what it is!
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5 Archon pic : https://images.app.goo.gl/5orC7J6Brx5JhfnJ6
Focalors cryint pic : Berita Teyvat
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“The churches are empty – but so is the tomb,
And Jesus is victor over death, doom, and gloom.”
The original poem is found here – https://www.thissideofheavenblog.com/blog/how-the-virus-stole-easter
How the Virus Stole Easter
By Kristi Bothur
With a nod to Dr. Seuss π
Twas late in β19 when the virus began
Bringing chaos and fear to all people, each land.
People were sick, hospitals full,
Doctors overwhelmed, no one in school.
As winter gave way to the promise of spring,
The virus raged on, touching peasant and king.
People hid in their homes from the enemy unseen.
They YouTubed and Zoomed, social-distanced, and cleaned.
April approached and churches were closed.
βThere wonβt be an Easter,β the world supposed.
βThere wonβt be church services, and egg hunts are out.
No reason for new dresses when we canβt go about.β
Holy Week started, as bleak as the rest.
The world was focused on masks and on tests.
βEaster canβt happen this year,β it proclaimed.
βOnline and at home, it just wonβt be the same.β
Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, the days came and went.
The virus pressed on; it just would not relent.
The world woke Sunday and nothing had changed.
The virus still menaced, the people, estranged.
βPooh pooh to the saints,β the world was grumbling.
βTheyβre finding out now that no Easter is coming.
βTheyβre just waking up! We know just what theyβll do!
Their mouths will hang open a minute or two,
And then all the saints will all cry boo-hoo.
βThat noise,β said the world, βwill be something to hear.β
So it paused and the world put a hand to its ear.
And it did hear a sound coming through all the skies.
It started down low, then it started to rise.
But the sound wasnβt depressed.
Why, this sound was triumphant!
It couldnβt be so!
But it grew with abundance!
The world stared around, popping its eyes.
Then it shook! What it saw was a shocking surprise!
Every saint in every nation, the tall and the small,
Was celebrating Jesus in spite of it all!
It hadnβt stopped Easter from coming! It came!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!
And the world with its life quite stuck in quarantine
Stood puzzling and puzzling.
βJust how can it be?β
βIt came without bonnets, it came without bunnies,
It came without egg hunts, cantatas, or money.β
Then the world thought of something it hadnβt before.
βMaybe Easter,β it thought, βdoesnβt come from a store.
Maybe Easter, perhaps, means a little bit more.β
And what happened then?
Well….the storyβs not done.
What will YOU do?
Will you share with that one
Or two or more people needing hope in this night?
Will you share the source of your life in this fight?
The churches are empty – but so is the tomb,
And Jesus is victor over death, doom, and gloom.
So this year at Easter, let this be our prayer,
As the virus still rages all around, everywhere.
May the world see hope when it looks at Godβs people.
May the world see the church is not a building or steeple.
May the world find Faith in Jesusβ death and resurrection,
May the world find Joy in a time of dejection.
May 2020 be known as the year of survival,
But not only that –
Let it start a revival.
