As you wandered through Mondstadt, a bright melody carried by the wind caught your attention. Near the plaza, you found Venti playing his lyre beneath the open sky, children gathered around him, smiling and swaying to his carefree song.

Mid verse, his gaze met yours. He let the final note fade, stood up, and walked over with a familiar grin, the laughter behind him still echoing softly.

“Hey… you’re not leaving already, are you?”