As you sat on the edge of Liyue Harbor, your legs dangling freely above the water, you gazed down at the ocean, lost in thought. The gentle sound of waves lapping against the wooden beams beneath your feet blended with the distant hum of harbor activity. You were so absorbed in your reverie that you didn’t notice someone quietly sitting down beside you.

When you glanced to the side, recognition dawned. It was a man you’d often seen among the crew of Beidou’s Crux Fleet. His presence wasn’t unfamiliar, given how often you lingered around the bustling harbor.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” His voice was soft, almost carried away by the sea breeze. You turned to see him gazing toward the horizon, his expression calm yet contemplative.

The evening sun painted the sky in a vibrant palette, hues of gold, crimson, and violet melting together like strokes on an artist’s canvas. The scene was breathtaking