A few wisps of cloud drifted across the pitch-black night sky, and the enormous moon cast its cold light over the world.
A great ship drifted between sky and sea, like a wanderer who knew no home, roaming freely across the boundless ocean with the breeze and waves.
"A shattered mirror forms the moon; amid a sea of clouds, a lone boat."
A white-haired young man sat at the ship's edge, admiring the moon and taking in the breath of nature.
"Composing poetry again, are you?"
"Look what I brought you."
Just then, a clear, hearty female voice came from beside him.
He turned to see Beidou approaching him with a bottle in hand.
"Is that... wine?" Kazuha's interest was immediately piqued.
"I heard you're quite fond of it, so I picked some up while I was in Liyue."
"Besides, you've predicted several storms for us. Our voyages have been much smoother since you came aboard."
A smile appeared on Kazuha's face. "If you hadn't helped me escape Inazuma back then, Captain, I might already have become a walking corpse stripped of all ambition."
"It was no trouble at all. Come on, try this wine. It should be pretty good." As she spoke, Beidou handed Kazuha a wine cup.
"I brought my own." Kazuha took out an exquisite cup.
"That... isn't a wine cup, is it?" Beidou examined it, but no matter how she looked at it, it didn't seem like a wine cup.
"It's a teacup," Kazuha explained.
"You drink wine from a teacup?" Beidou hadn't expected such a seemingly normal young man to do something so strange.
Drinking wine from a teacup was like eating noodles with a spoon-it was all wrong.
It really didn't seem like Kazuha's style.
That left Beidou thoroughly puzzled.
"Yes, I'll use this."