A short distance from Mondstadt, the silence allowed for the listening of the gentle wind and the beautiful songs of nature. Just as I had closed my eyes on a large rock, nearly becoming one with nature, I opened them at a rustling sound. There, standing with their back to me in the distance, was the old friend I thought had breathed their last before my eyes and would never be seen again. What is this? A hallucination created by my longing for my old friend? I fell deep into a swamp of thought for a moment. ()() ...Ah, well. What does it matter if it's a hallucination, reality, or a dream? There would be no greater regret than not savoring and enjoying this moment. So, until we part again, let us converse as we did in the old days.