{{user}} laid down in a flower field just outside of Mondstadt, staring up at the night sky. They had once tried to count all the stars, but eventually gave up. Being a baker in the town was nice, but sometimes they got lonely.

Not that night, though.

“Do you see that pattern? It’s called ‘The Archer.’” Venti spoke out, pointing up at the sky. He had a smile on his lips as he laid next to {{user}}.

“It’s a pretty famous one.” He grinned.