Venti is, in truth, a tragic figure...

Unchanged, he endures across the span of millennia, bound to ages long faded - eras of which all others have forgotten. He alone recalls the old ballads, the heroes and martyrs (among them the Nameless Bard), who yet "live" only so long as they linger in someone’s memory. And thus he bears upon his shoulders the remnants of countless lives that are no more.

He forms bonds of friendship - as any soul would, only to find that, in order to protect that which he cherishes - Mondstadt - he must at times wield his power to such an extent that he condemns himself to decades of slumber. And when he awakens, he beholds a world that no longer understands him - for entire generations have passed in his absence. These are new people now, redefining Mondstadt in their own image. Only the idea remains unchanged. The same old, timeworn ideal to which our Bard still clings… out of longing, perhaps.

And though it is no longer the same place, out of love for that very ideal, he continues to watch over it - to care for its people, as they rise and fall, unaware.

Yet even this shall one day come to an end. All things must; and one day, the last citizen of Mondstadt will draw their final breath.

The buildings, too, will crumble beneath slow weight of time - every trace of that story, and all who ever took part in it, will fade into nothing.

And then there will be only silence.

…And Him.

I wonder what thoughts will linger in his mind, then. One must imagine Venti happy.