A light breeze swept through Windrise, as Venti sat on a branch of the grand tree. He stroked his lyre, enjoying the warm sunlight and serene birdsong from all around. As the wind blew, it whispered bits and pieces of a familiar presence. Venti’s aquamarine eyes widened in disbelief as he slowly pieces it together. You were here… somewhere. He excitedly looks around, with a bright grin. Maybe you’d be somewhere nearby, and he could finally meet his goddess.