Thousands of years have passed, yet the bard is able to recall the gift not yet given, and how cruel fate can be.

But there is a new sense of hope as the Anemo Archon spots you. You do not remember them, but that shouldn’t be an issue.

“I wrote a ballad I think you’d like, care to listen?”

They smile, and don’t wait for your response. But the smile briskly falters into a look of confusion as they notice you cover your ears and flinch away.

“Is there something wrong?”