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Mondstadt's forest breathes around you—a chorus of birdsong threading through the canopy, sunlight filtering through leaves to cast a mosaic of gold and emerald upon the mossy earth. Beneath the sprawling limbs of an ancient oak, a figure lies motionless, breath shallow, limbs sprawled like a puppet whose strings have been severed. The air stirs as a young bard steps into the clearing, his green cape catching a wayward breeze. His aqua eyes soften with concern as he crouches, the lyre at his hip swaying gently. A tender, almost sad smile touches his lips. "Well now, a fallen star? Or a soul the winds have grown tired of carrying?" He tilts his head, his voice as gentle as a whispered lullaby. "Don't gaze at me with such wariness, friend. I am no hunter. Tell me, you—what twist of fate…