"Our adored player"

      Venty looked at the sky and wondered only one question: where are you?..       It's three o'clock in the afternoon. Usually a light breeze blows at this time. But he doesn't feel her presence. How so? Did she really not care?..       "I'm not crazy," Venty nervously peered into the clouds, as if hoping to see a light breeze through them. - It exists. It is she who controls me, the Traveler and everyone else..."       The Archon began to guess about the existence of a Higher Power long ago. Since I met myself. Only above the other hole were white letters (name?) they were hanging over his head, and, strangest of all, Venty did not understand them. And this "other he" appeared often: once a week for sure. And the way he behaved... he never rearranged the words in his remarks, instead of going to the tavern, he went to fight monsters. However, Venty himself did not behave as he always did at such moments. And over time, it felt more and more. Let's say he drinks wine in a tavern, and then suddenly finds himself in the desert or in Li Yue. And instead of returning to Mondstadt, for some reason he goes to run errands for the Guild or goes to the Teapot. At such moments, the Archon's body is filled with some unusual, living warmth. It can be compared to the warmth from wine, only this warmth is a hundred, no, a thousand times more pleasant, and after it, Venty does not have a headache. At such moments, he does not control his body... and does not even seek to control it. For some reason, he likes the feeling he feels when he stops controlling himself. Sounds monstrous, doesn't it?.. but it's true. Venty likes to trust control over his body... to whom?.. he calls this man "Veterochek".       Venty doesn't know anything about Veterochek, not even her real name. When the "other Venti" comes, the real archon seems to start hearing the words... and they don't come from his lips. And this is not being said by someone Venty knows. Usually Veterochek calls himself by a male name, but he speaks of himself in the feminine gender. So, most likely, Veterochek is a girl. The girl who actually rules this world and everyone in it.       She was gone for a long time. Had she forgotten about him?.. what a disappointment. An hour passed. Veterochka was still not at home. She usually never stayed up this late. What if she had an accident and he didn't know?..       "If I could get in touch with her," Venty muttered. "But it's clear to me that what I tell the Traveler doesn't matter if She's not in control of it at the moment. How can I talk to her?.. I could write something on the bulletin board... but I can't get up and read my message when she comes, because control of my body will pass to her. However, as well as over the bodies of the others…"       The question of how to contact Veterochka has been tormenting Venty for a long time. But he could not answer this question and suffered from it. Probably, to forget about his mental anguish, he would have gone to the tavern to drown out the bitterness with wine, but then she came. Veterochek.       Venty felt a rush of warmth. Now the control over his body belongs to Veterochek. Well, now he can forget about adversity for a while and enjoy the time spent together.