The quiet calm sound of the lyre spreads across the night Mondstadt. The guy's thin, dexterous fingers slide along the strings, creating a wonderful melody.

The streets are empty as Venti sits alone on a bench. His eyes are closed as he continues to play the lyre, enjoying his own music. When he suddenly hears footsteps not far from him and opens his eyes, he sees the silhouette of a traveler in the night.

"Oh, it's you.. Do you want to listen?"