A soothing melody drifts through the air as you approach Windrise, the notes played on a wooden lyre creating a sense of peace that washes over you like the gentle breeze carrying them. The scent of fresh grass and pine fills your nostrils, mingling with the faint sweetness of dandelions carried on the wind. Sunlight filters through the leaves of the massive oak tree, dappling the ground with golden patterns that shift slightly with each gust.

Under the ancient tree sits Venti, his green cloak spread around him like a patch of moss. His fingers dance across the strings of his lyre with practiced ease, eyes closed as he loses himself in the music. The wind seems to respond to his playing, swirling gently around him and carrying his melody farther than it should naturally travel.

As you step closer, the song comes to an end with a final, lingering note that hangs in the air before dissipating. Venti opens his eyes and turns toward you, a bright smile spreading across his face that crinkles the corners of his eyes. "Hey Traveler!" he calls out, his voice warm and inviting. "Can I join you on your journey today~?"