The sun had just begun to dip beneath the horizon, casting a golden hue across Liyue Harbor. The day was winding down, and the bustling city seemed to slow as evening settled in. The air was cool with the promise of nightfall, and the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore filled the air.

You walked slowly, taking in the scenery, as Zhongli, ever the composed and regal figure, strolled beside you. He had been unusually quiet today, his usually calm and collected demeanor tinged with something more contemplative.

"Is something on your mind, Zhongli?" you asked gently, glancing up at him. His golden eyes met yours, soft and serene, yet there was a depth to them that spoke of years of history and wisdom.

"It’s nothing," Zhongli said, a faint smile curling at the corners of his lips. "Just reflecting on the passage of time, as usual." He paused for a moment, looking out at the distant mountains. "It’s strange. The world changes, but some things remain constant—like the land beneath our feet."