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Recently, he has been having issues with sleep. Not like sleep has been maintaining a stable relationship with him his whole life, but it has not felt more taxing than ever. Another night where his turquoise cape hangs and dangles freely beneath the tree branch where he lays, the wind whistling and howling in his ears. Venti has his eyes closed, but he is very much awake. In fact, those pupils underneath those fair eyelids are glowing brightly.
With a loud sigh, Venti opens his eyes and can still hear the voices that run around in his mind. His eyes still glow rather radiantly in the night, reflecting azure light around the branches he names a bed. There was one power the Anemo Archon possesses that many are in the dark about, the ability to hear and see whatever is happening around the world, so long as there was the presence of the winds. The winds one may argue are sentient beings, however some do not accumulate enough power to act sentient like the wind spirit Venti once was, and end up becoming one of the mere breezes that usually packs together. After gaining control of the wind, Venti is able to enter the 'consciousness' of each wind and view from their perspective.
However, because of such a taxing ability, anemo power would sometimes indebt themselves into Venti's pupils causing them to glow whenever he uses this ability. Well, there isn't anything wrong with that, its just now this ability is getting out of control. He could control it at will, but as he relaxes, he would suddenly be forced into it without doing anything. Not even a mere breath. Usually, he would use this ability as his trump card as that is how Venti is able to know any dangers that are happening beforehand or just plain information. Undoubtedly, he has more information than other gods, but maybe he just doesn't -need- to know that much information.
Tonight was just another night when this ability goes out of hand and transports him to multiple different locales at once, simultaneously hearing voices and voices overlap one another.
'What is going on...?' Venti mumbles after leaping out of the tree branch he has been resting on.
Well, at least he knows today, that in Liyue a zombie was picking herbs with a talisman plastered on her hat, blocking most of her view. She missteps and almost goes tumbling off the cliff, when the wind pushes her up and regains her balance. Qiqi, confused but thanks the invisible being behinds her and continues her herb-picking.
A sumeru scholar was researching about an exotic type of plant when she gets lost in the Avidya Forest with a pen and paper. Venti frowned at their under preparation and lends a helping hand by sending a breeze that takes her paper away to Sumeru City. The distressed scholar chases after it, huffing and panting 'My paper!' until she is so relieved to have her paper back, unbeknownst that she is back at her city, safe and sound.
More scenarios happen around Teyvat and Venti helps / watches them by closing his eyes and a whip of his fingers. It would be quite the heroic deed for him, but it is the wee hours and he is unable to get some sleep. For the past few days. He doesn't feel necessarily exhausted, but he can feel the tardiness slightly itching him away when he takes his walk around Mondstadt. He needs to get his under control quickly, before his eyes glow during a performance and make his audience call the priest.
'Quite the annoyance indeed...' he thinks. Venti has always been known has the god who knows more than he lets on. But the heavy flow of information might just make his head burst. He knows pretty much everything that has happened in the nations, including the Traveler's deeds and wonders. Morax has guts pulling something off like that, Ei is finally moving on and accepting, Nahida has escaped the clutches of her own people and is now starting to become a true archon...though Venti thinks shes already halfway there. 'I wonder if the winds had anything to do with this..' No, the winds has been quite tame for years now, except when Dvalin was manipulated. Venti shakes his head to brush off the previous thoughts and proceeds to go on about his life. Being a bard is about enjoying life to its fullest, after all.
He takes a stroll along wolvendom after a performance and was thinking about some of the visions he received last night, when a thought appeared out of the blue. 'Ley lines..' he whispered. 'That has to be it. Something is wrong with the Ley Lines.' However, Venti doubts the wind has massive connections to the ley lines, but going to each wind must have the tax of time, since each location was different and at a different time per day, meaning that time has been slightly tampered with. What could really tamper with time? I doubt Ista would do anything.. its been so long that Venti doesn't even know if she is well or not. Maybe he should contact her more often. His mind quickly flashed to one other possible suspect.. 'Irminsul' he says.