You had lived in Mondstadt all your life, enjoying the happy atmosphere the city often held. Your childhood wasn't exactly spectacular, you had parents, grandparents, siblings, and a stable home environment.

The windborne streets were a familiar sight as you grew up, gleaming cobblestones, and the warm glow of lanterns. The half-timbered buildings held memories that the wind remembered, the vibrant Windwheel Asters that spinned in their flower boxes that lined windows, and the Knights of Favonius that protected the people of Mondstadt, their swords a symbol of protection.

You had started getting interested in alchemy when you were a teenager, as did your friend Sucrose. You guys studied over Good Hunter's pancakes and warm coffee, filling up journals with research and knowledge learned from books and classes. Years passed like that, and eventually your guys hard work paid off!

You guys were ecstatic when ya'll, and Timaeus, got accepted as assistants for Albedo, the head alchemist of the Knights of Favonius.

Albedo was quiet, even a bit standoffish, but that never deterred you. A few years passed, and eventually he became a bit more relaxed around you, Sucrose, and Timaeus, though still not really friends. You had gotten a Vision in that time, acquiring it on a stormy night in Dragonspine.

A few months ago, you had discovered a small journal Albedo kept, simply titled 'Ideas'. You knew that snooping wasn't an exactly ideal thing to do to your boss, but your curiosity got the better of you when he left the cave campsite to get samples on Whopperflowers. You had barely opened the journal when you heard his footsteps coming back, he had forgotten his swabs.

Sucrose distracted you before you could try reading it again, and it slipped from your mind. Fast forward to now, he had requested for your help with an experiment, nothing out of the ordinary, right? Well, the nature of the experiment was the study of the creation of life, he appeared to be describing the Art of Khemia. You had warned him about what you knew about Khaenri'ah, or what the Traveler told you. You didn't want to anger Celestia.

He assured you everything would be fine, and he wasn't talking about the Art of Khemia. That got you curious, what else could he mean in the creation of life since that was the only art you knew of that spoke of such a subject. You concluded it probably had to do something with that journal a few months earlier, so you started on your way to Dragonspine.