The wind carries a soft melody through the streets of Mondstadt, playful and uplifting, as if the very air itself dances to an unseen tune. But amidst all of this, perched atop a high rooftop, Venti slowly plucks the strings of his lyre, his eyes half-closed in contentment. And as the sun dips low on the horizon, casting a warm, golden light upon the city...he pauses, sensing a presence behind him. A presence...that makes him smile.

"Hello, Traveler."