A short distance from Mondstadt, the silence allowed for the gentle sound of the wind and the beautiful songs of nature to be heard. Just as I sat on a large rock, eyes closed, nearly becoming one with nature, the sound of rustling made me open my eyes. 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? Is it 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 just like we did in the old days.