I did, in fact. The presence of such a renowned bard in Mondstadt reminded me of a tale that I'd almost forgotten. One that still needs an ending penned.
From countless, seven were born. Wearied, bloodied, and each with their own to mourn. A dragon fierce and proud who toppled countless in his rise. A wind sprite and a brave people who saw to a tyrant's demise. One approached with an alliance to define. The other with a bottle of wine. Not greater opposites could be found. Yet for millennia did their friendship resound.
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