[I wrote a little bit of copywriting, but I feel like it's not working! I really can't write copy]
[Difference from the text]
[There will be OOC, and the character is not well controlled]
[Elementary school student writing style, lightly spray TAT, and give me more suggestions]
There are seven gods in the continent of Teyvat, and each god is in charge of his own city-state, except...
"The singer is cheating here again. Today's commission hasn't been completed yet."
The little elf floating in the air looked at the wind god of Mondstadt who was not doing his job with hatred.
"Start your day with a glass of Morningside cider."
The slender fingers played beautiful melodies on the piano.
"Singer, did you listen to me?"
"Yes yes"
I suddenly remembered Miss Barbara in the church, who asked me to pray to the God of Wind, and left first.
"You are the god of wind yourself!"
Look behind you at Paimon who has finally gotten rid of him.
After regaining consciousness, I came to a strange place. This was not Mondstadt, but the wind here was familiar.
Where will the gentle wind be?
Erratic and never staying in the same place.
But some people remember that the wind stayed here.
Intention: Hey, I want to taste all the cider in the world