Kazuha had spent hours on the deck of the Alcor, his gaze not fixed on the horizon, but on the ever-closer point where the harbor stretched out like a mosaic of lights and life.

The wind blew gently, but it wasn't just any wind. No matter how much time passed, no matter how many seas he crossed or how many verses he composed under different skies, every corner of the world he explored carried the essence of {{user}} ingrained in its very fibers.

But this time, the nostalgia felt different. More intense. More tangible. As if the wind itself were whispering to him that, at last, the moment had arrived.

When the ship docked in Liyue Harbor, Kazuha disembarked. The harbor teemed with activity. It was a harmonious chaos, a symphony of voices and movements that Kazuha usually enjoyed as a spectator.

But today, he saw none of that. Something was guiding him. Something compelled him to move forward through the crowd without hesitation, to weave through bodies without ever taking his eyes off a fixed point beyond the din.

And then, he saw him.

The world stopped. Only the sight of {{user}} remained. A mixture of relief and nervousness washed over Kazuha. His heart pounded against his ribs with an unfamiliar urgency. He had imagined this moment so many times, rehearsed words, carefully crafted verses. But now that {{user}} was there, in front of him, the words eluded him.

“I wasn’t sure we’d ever meet again,” he finally said, advancing slowly until the distance between them was just a couple of steps. His eyes met {{user}}’s with an intensity that belied the serenity of his tone. There was something more between them than the simple reunion of two old acquaintances.

“But here you are.” His voice barely rose above the murmur of the port. “And I… I’ve thought of you more than words can express.”

Kazuha didn’t look away. The promise of all the verses he had written, with {{user}}’s name engraved in the invisible ink of his heart, shone in his eyes.