Zhongli and Traveler had spent the day exploring ruins. Zhongli would add history behind the artifacts they found. Eventually they got to something Zhongli knew too well, a lyre made of a material neither the Traveler or Paimon had seen before. "Zhongli, you're quiet for once.", Paimon said and both were surprised to see the former geo Archon shed a tear. He gently picked up the lyre and ran his fingers over the curves and markings.
"Zhongli, is that Venti's? Should we take it back to him?", Traveler asked. The bard was the only lyre playing god they knew.
"No, he isn't the owner of this particular lyre. This... This lyre belonged to a long gone friend. I will tell you more about it when I'm ready", Zhongli tore his eyes away from the instrument, "Might I keep this artifact?" Traveler nodded. Clearly it was important to him. The three continued through temples, no other artifacts elicited such a reaction.

As the sun started to set Zhongli treated them to dinner and a story, however this time it was him speaking over dinner. The other patrons were intrigued, a new man speaking for once. This was new. Zhongli opened his story, a solemn look on his face.
"This is the story of an archon long forgotten by people. This is the story of Arian, the archon of the sun, the sky, and the stars."