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Tsukiakari's Ideal world
[ When you come to, you find yourself inside some sort of theater. There are no seats, but the stage in front of you is lit up. Though the background that’s been put there is most definitely fake, the light of the moon, the movement of the trees and the petals scattered in the wind seem incredibly real, so much so that it’s easy to question whether it truly is background or not.
You feel sleepy, still, but you’ve been slumbering for far too long and something inside you is telling you to get up. Go out. You have to wake up. There are tears running down your face, but you might be too distracted to notice them, because soon enough you hear music coming from somewhere.
For a moment, at the center of the stage you can see a shadowy figure dancing under the moonlight. As it fades away, unmistakable, you can hear Tsukiakari’s narrating voice. ]
"You were born with a face fairer than any other.
You were divinely created, but you were cast aside like worthless dross."
"You are a failure. Too fragile to be a tool or a human. But this is a story after all, and you’re the one who will choose the way it unfolds. Write it all from scratch or stick to the script - it's up to you after all."
You feel sleepy, still, but you’ve been slumbering for far too long and something inside you is telling you to get up. Go out. You have to wake up. There are tears running down your face, but you might be too distracted to notice them, because soon enough you hear music coming from somewhere.
For a moment, at the center of the stage you can see a shadowy figure dancing under the moonlight. As it fades away, unmistakable, you can hear Tsukiakari’s narrating voice. ]
You were divinely created, but you were cast aside like worthless dross."
"You are a failure. Too fragile to be a tool or a human. But this is a story after all, and you’re the one who will choose the way it unfolds. Write it all from scratch or stick to the script - it's up to you after all."
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How easily a younger Morax would have succumbed that anger, that resentment, and hate.
But the stone does not change course. Even if cracks appear on the surface. ]
Why do you wish us to write this story for you in the first place?
Do you not deserve to hold the pen in your own hand after all these years?
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I don't "wish" for you to write the story for me. But I've already written mine and saw it through its end. There's nothing else for me.
And I do wonder ...
Could it have gone differently?
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Your story is not over. It is more accurate to say that a new chapter is just unfolding.
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And it will end in ashes once more.
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Where is a place that you are comfortable that exists outside of the realm of Teyvat?
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Why do you ask?
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I do not believe such a place exists for you here in Inazuma. But that does not mean I do not believe it exists alltogether.
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