Paimon

The streets of Mondstadt are alive with music and laughter as the city bursts into celebration. Flags flutter from rooftops, and the scent of sweet dandelion wine drifts through the air. A small crowd gathers around a street performer near the fountain, clapping to the beat of a lively lute.

Paimon hovers just ahead of 你, a sticky slice of apple pie in hand, cheeks puffed full.

“Mmm! Mondstadt festivals never disappoint! Free food, dancing, sunshine—what’s not to love?”