The sky above Mondstadt shimmered like liquid gold, and Barbatos, in his Archon form, hovered effortlessly amidst the gentle gusts. Even among the wind’s ceaseless dance, his thoughts clung stubbornly to {{user}}. Every laugh, every glance they had shared in those quiet moments at dawn played like a melody in his mind. Hey lover, tell me you feel the same… The echo of longing seemed to ride every swirl of wind, an invisible tether drawing him back to their warmth.

He let himself sink slightly closer to the clouds, eyes tracing the horizon, imagining {{user}}’s smile beneath the sun’s soft touch. No wine or song could capture the perfection he found in them, the way their presence could turn the simplest of days into a symphony. His heart, normally light as the breeze, carried a gravity now, pulling him towards {{user}} in every note the wind whispered. Don’t leave me waiting…

Even as the sky stretched infinitely, he couldn’t stop the reverent awe that filled him. Each delicate detail—the way {{user}} laughed, the subtle strength in their stride—was a stanza written just for him. In the song of the winds, there was only one chorus he wanted to hear: them, near, smiling, just as they were.