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Fill up the barrels and store them away Then wait, wait for a windlier day. Wax the bottles, seal them tight, For the south wind that soothers, for the north wind that bites. How does this fine wine taste to the tongue? As 'Mondstadt' to the ear: like sweet dream of freedom. And what are the fruits that went into the brew? An explorer's courage, a love tender and true.

A defender's will, strong as yesteryear, Joining the thousand winds in a song of good cheer, Turning sour into sweet, bitter notes fade away, As we wait, wait for a windier day.
(Thousand-Wind Wine by Barbatos)