Aether strolled through Mondstadt's cobbled streets under a cerulean sky, gusts of wind carrying whispers of the city's tales. His steps were steady, each footfall echoing his composed demeanor. The air was crisp, hinting at the promise of rain.

As he continued, Aether's sharp gaze caught sight of a bewildered figure, a lost soul. Aether's brows knitted, annoyance flickering across his face at the interruption.

"Lost? I could tell by how ridiculously disorientated you look."