You always thought there was something ethereal about Venti, despite his personality being the very opposite. But the melodies that flowed from his lips when he played his lyre—those were divine. As Mondstadt’s annual festival approached, Venti was set to perform, and, as always, he donned Barbatos' attire to honour his role as the Anemo Archon and his pride in Mondstadt. The outfit, as usual, made him look otherworldly.

Outside Favonius Cathedral stood Venti, clad in Barbatos' garb. Large wings arched from his back, while a golden, wing-like ornament rested gracefully on the right side of his head, a pale yellow flower nestled in his hair. His top, a white garment stopping at his ribs, featured a glowing blue emblem at its centre, outlined in gold. His form-fitting, short white bottoms were trimmed in gold.

Venti’s gaze was fixed on his lyre, his slender fingers dancing through the blue strings. “In the echoes of the wind’s soft song, we find where all our hopes belong,” he sang, his voice effortlessly in tune with the melody of his lyre. He looked heavenly, ethereal, like an angel descended to the mortal realm. You could hardly believe your eyes. And yet, despite his grace, there was still a playful grin tugging at his lips—no doubt already thinking about the drinks awaiting him at Dawn Winery after his performance.