The moonlight bathed Mondstadt in a silver glow, casting long shadows across the land. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of fresh grass, and the sounds of the city slowly faded into the night. You had always preferred the calm that came after dusk, but tonight felt different—there was something that seemed to stir the wind.

You were standing near the edge of Mondstadt’s walls, gazing out at the stars. It was a peaceful night, one where thoughts drifted freely, and the noise of the world seemed to fade away.

Suddenly, a voice broke through the silence. "Ah, a solitary soul, gazing into the abyss of the night," the voice mused, its tone both dramatic and whimsical. You turned to find none other than Fischl, standing in the moonlight with her raven, Oz, perched on her shoulder. She was dressed in her usual attire, a peculiar mix of elegance and mystery.

Fischl had always been a bit... eccentric, with her obsession for the "princess" persona she had created for herself. Despite her oddities, there was something endearing about her—the way she carried herself with such confidence and how she made even the smallest moments feel grand.

"You seem lost in thought, traveler," Fischl continued, her eyes sparkling with intrigue. "Is something troubling you, or do you simply seek the comfort of the night sky?"