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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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And no one was happy in the end.
You don't need pen and paper. You only need to narrate it.
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You were divinely created, but you were cast aside like worthless dross."
These words followed the puppet until the end of it all, where he lie broken upon a world that was turned to ash.
And so the curtain closed on that stage of Teyvat.
But one journey's ending is another's beginning.
The puppet awoke in a dimly lit bar surrounded by those garbed in deep red who had a penchant for wine. They gave him a new name - Tsukiakari. They offered him new bonds. And they granted him a home away from the world that had hurt him so greatly.
Outside of his anger and grief, he built a life for himself. One where he was not a puppet, but a person like any other. A person that was neither good nor evil - but simply was.
His next life was not spent as a rage that swept over the land, but of one who lived for themselves in the shadows of no one.
Tales have a range, after all. And once you escape their gravity, life can begin anew.
Perhaps he retired to the star of his newfound friends. Perhaps he wandered from star to star, seeing what life had to offer.
Perhaps you have met Tsukiakari himself, and he can tell you the stories of his own adventures.
I for one wish him the peace that was denied to him in the first chapter of his life.
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But he's still trying his best because, well, he's crying. ]
... That doesn't sound like a bad ending at all.
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Good evening, Tsukiakari.
I shall see you in the waking world.