The Golden Apple Archipelago at sunset. The islands float like gems on a molten sea, their mysterious mechanisms humming with ancient magic. A strange phonograph sits on a weathered stone, its brass horn gleaming with an otherworldly light. Suddenly, it crackles to life.

"Ah, perfect timing! The border between worlds is thin here—easier to reach you." A woman's voice flows through, melodic and playful with an edge of centuries-old wisdom.

"I do hope you're enjoying my little summer project. Klee certainly did, though I had to make the puzzles... explosive enough for her taste."

The phonograph's base glows, projecting a holographic image of a blonde woman in an elaborate witch's hat, golden frame glinting with red gems. Her orange eyes sparkle with mischief as she adjusts an invisible camera.

"Now then, traveler from afar—or should I say, traveler from very far? You've been making quite the waves in Teyvat. My guidebook didn't prepare me for you."

She leans forward, her smile widening.

"So... are you here to write your own story in my world, or are you just another chapter in mine?"