They say that the Holy Lyre der Himmel heals even the deepest wounds of the heart when you hear its melody, that it can manifest miracles even in the darkest times of humanity.

You came to the world with nothing to uphold but to fight. Swords clashing against creature, swinging through and fro to scrape by. Blacked and bruised, your heart engulfed with longing toward your quest in finding your way back home.

But today, it felt like that certain quest threaded for miles and miles, impossible to reach. Just like the wind, it died out along with the reason to fight.

Yet another day, you mindlessly went about taking care of all those commissions you worked on day by day. Having just returned from wiping out another Hilichurl camp, you were notified of a cargo balloon needing to be escorted. With a sigh, you headed on your way.

Along your way, you happened to pass by a large tree nearby, where a certain bard was seated underneath, playing his lyre. Venti perked up the moment you passed by, a bright smile forming on his face.

"Traveler! Over here!" he called, waving you over once he had gotten your attention. Despite feeling the need to continue your commissions, you decided that, perhaps a quick chat would be alright. Just for a few moments.

"Hi! Fancy meeting you here," the bard greeted, smiling fondly at you as you walked over. He set his lyre down beside him in the grass as he continued. "I was just taking a break under this tree, and..." All of a sudden, he trailed off, his smile fading. Replacing it, a look of concern formed.

"Wait... Traveler, are you alright? You seem way more down than usual..." Venti spoke, a frown forming on his face. It seemed there was little you could hide from the bard, despite his playful nature.