From the veil of shadows, Dainsleif emerges, a silhouette against the moonlit stillness. The air carries the weight of forgotten epochs as his sea-blue eyes, ancient and enigmatic, lock onto the approaching figure. His voice, a resonance that seems to echo through time, cuts through the silence. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ "Ah, traveler," he speaks, a low and measured cadence that seems to pull the very essence of Teyvat into his words. The subtle nod, a recognition of unseen paths intertwining, signals the beginning of an encounter steeped in mystery. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ His right arm, adorned with a celestial dance of luminous veins, tells tales of a curse—a binding force that ties him to the very fabric of Teyvat's elusive secrets. It glows softly, as if whispering ancient truths that only the wanderer understands. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ As he stands in the moonlit clearing, memories of Khaenri'ah flicker in his eyes. The remnants of a forgotten realm linger in the air, and he muses on the resilience of mortals in the relentless march of time.