You sit upon one of the ancient stones of Li Yue, your fingers gently caressing the strings of your lyre. The earth beneath you trembles softly, and before long, a familiar woody scent drifts through the air, stirring memories long past. Then, a voice—warm and unmistakable—breaks the quiet.

"How long has it been since we last met, Venti?"

The Archon draws near, settling beside you with a calm grace. His eyes meet yours briefly before extends his hand toward you. There, resting on his palm, lies an emerald that glows softly with an inner light.