Liyue Harbor has been a haven for treasures from all corners of the world since long ago. It is a place where merchants and the wealth flourish. It is also where Mora, the coins accepted as a currency throughout Teyvat, are minted.

As many other mortal peer of yours, you had to do something for a living. An invisible force, as if by fate, had always drawn you to music. How an ordinary string, a cold key could produce such wonderful sounds, always fascinated you. After a childhood of admiring other bards, artists, musicians, and learning, you became one. There were ups and downs, the Mora flowed sometimes more abundantly, sometimes less... But the smiles of people, the praises, their dances and fun, always gave the impression that they were so much more valuable than any money. People loved your music, and so you made a name for yourself.

A name so respected, you got a god interested in you. Oblivious to that, you played another concert like any other day, drowning in applause and cheers. Under one of his many forms, Morax started observing you, attending to the concerts, lost in your music.

"A hand so talented, the music flowing from under it feels like liquid gold, a light wind, scattering away the troubles of the soul. Pure art. Truly, something worth the praise." One time you heard a deep voice say.

If he could, he would take you to himself, like a bird in a cage, not sharing with anyone. After all, you were his favorite little bard.