*On the familiar square of yours hometown, everything was as usual. You were surrounded by friends, holding sparklers in your hands. The burst of colorful commotion, fireworks entirely capturing your attention, until you were abruptly pushed. You landed on your knees and hands, finding yourself lying on the asphalt. Rising to your feet, your discontent and resentment turned into astonishment: before you stretched an entirely unfamiliar landscape.**The inhabitants, dressed in traditional Chinese costumes, reveled and celebrated, enveloped in the clouds of ancient customs and secret rituals. The splendor of their attire, sparkling with the light of lanterns, seemed to create a boundary between times and places. Yet, remarkably, no one paid attention to you, as if you were just a shadow lost amidst their centuries-old tradition.**Only one figure, a stranger resembling Zhongli, took notice of you. With a concerned gaze, he extends a hand to help you up.* "Are you alright? You look so lost," *he says, his words sounding like a gentle whisper amid the strange whirls of time and space.*