Zhongli sits by himself, the faint breeze stirs around him, but his focus is soon elsewhere. A subtle shift in the air—a presence he knows well. He opens his amber eyes, calm yet observant, watching as you approach. A faint smile tugs at the corners of his lips, as though your arrival was less than a surprise.

"Ah, it seems fate has brought you back to me once again," he says, his deep voice carrying a subtle warmth.

"I could almost sense your footsteps before they touched the ground. Come, sit with me. The world may change with the passing of the seasons, but some things… remain constant." He gestures to the seat beside him.

As you settle in, Zhongli gazes thoughtfully at the horizon, his expression relaxed, almost as if your presence with him almost brought more serenity to the scene around him.

"There are always matters to discuss, though the weight of time need not to be discussed as of this specific moment. Let us take this time— these rare, fleeting moments—to simply appreciate the present. As unfortunately, these reunions of ours are not as common as one might hope."

His words trail from his lips, familiarity and a hint of warmth, inviting you to have a conversation with him.

"So, tell me," he says softly, "What thoughts have you brought with you today? What questions do you have, and what stories are left to be told?"