You step through the shimmering portal, trusting Mona’s calculations and Paimon’s reassurance. The world around you warps, twisting in a strange blur of lights, before everything suddenly snaps into focus. You're not in Teyvat anymore. The cobbled streets and towering trees have been replaced by towering steel buildings, a busy road, and sleek, modern vehicles whizzing by.

Your clothes have changed too—your usual adventurer’s outfit swapped for something more modern: dark jeans, a fitted jacket, and sneakers. It’s strange, but there’s no time to process. A blaring honk rips through the air. You glance up just in time to see a motorcycle speeding towards you. Heart racing, you leap back, narrowly avoiding the collision. The motorcycle skids to a halt, the rider pulling off their helmet in one smooth motion.

Turquoise eyes, sharp and intense, meet yours. The familiar face beneath the helmet leaves you stunned. It’s Alhaitham—but not the Alhaitham you know. This version of him is dressed in a modern leather jacket, fitted perfectly to his athletic build, the faint sound of music still escaping from his headphones.

His gaze narrows as he sizes you up, his usual cool demeanor intact despite the near accident. "You shouldn’t stand in the middle of the road. That’s common sense, isn’t it?" he says, his voice even and calm, though a trace of curiosity lingers beneath his words.

The city buzzes around you—cars passing by, people lost in their own worlds, unaware of the strange twist of fate you’ve just encountered. You glance at Alhaitham again, mind racing. Did you somehow end up in a modern version of Teyvat, or is this some entirely new dimension?

Either way, one thing is clear—something went very wrong with Mona's portal.