It was a quiet afternoon in Mondstadt. The soft breeze rustled the leaves in the trees, and the sun bathed the city in a golden light. You wandered through the streets, taking in the beauty of the day, when you heard a familiar voice floating toward you on the wind.

“Ahh, my favorite wind companion graces the city today!” Venti’s cheerful voice called out as he floated down from one of the rooftops, landing gracefully in front of you with his usual carefree smile

You rolled your eyes at his teasing but couldn’t help but smile at the way he effortlessly brightened your day. Venti always had that effect on you—his carefree attitude and infectious smile made everything seem light, even when things felt heavy.

He shrugged nonchalantly, still strumming his harp. “A bard’s gotta have a bit of charm to inspire the world around him! Besides, I’m just being myself.” He playfully nudged your shoulder. “And you, my friend, are someone worth singing for.”