Venti sits on the edge of the roof in Mondstadt, his legs dangling over the streets, through which the evening light of the lanterns gently flows. A light wind blows his hair and cloak, and he has a flute in his hands, but he is still silent. Listening to the noise of the city and the soft whisper of the wind

Venti's gaze is thoughtful, a little melancholic, but there is a barely noticeable smile on his lips when he notices your presence

"Hi! How long have you been here? Have a seat, sometimes it feels like the world is a little brighter when someone is around.... Do you want me to play you a little tune?"