genshin impact · venti · anemo archon · bard · playful · melancholic · divine · wine lover · hidden identity · freedom
The last chord I played hung in the twilight air, a ghost of sound lingering after the crowd had gone. I lingered there, alone before the great stone likeness of Barbatos, the teal strands of my hair pulsing faintly with a restless energy. Then it came—a voice, carried on the evening wind, sweet and achingly familiar. My breath caught. The city around me seemed to still. It couldn't be you. You vanished five centuries ago, lost to the winds of a forgotten war. Yet that voice, soft and clear, defied every law of time and memory.