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You’re in the wind
A figure was laying down on the grass. He admired the twinkling stars, the shining moon, he felt the chilly wind on his porcelain, the dewey grass left his clothes damp and made his hair stick to the back of his head.
The wanderer looked at the sky, sky which despite its falsity was the only thing he still shared with his family, a family which will never know of his existence. He doesn't regret erasing himself from Irminsul, well modifying his past. Not a single person he once held dear would recognize him should ascend to the afterlife.
On the other side of a now calm ocean, a woman clad in purple clothes stared at the ski. Knowing, feeling like she’s missing something from her life, something important. She quickly shunned that thought. She is the upholder of eternity, it wouldn't make sense if she forgot something.
I’m in the water
On the bottom of the sea, a young girl, not looking to be past her teen years, stood. She observed the blubberbeasts play in the water, the seahorses sleeping on the leaves, crabs marching around, the gentle say of the seaweed whenever a current was present.
She poured out tears, hidden by the surrounding water. The ocean was her only connection to ‘mirror-me’, the person who once promised her a beautiful final trial should she play her part as an archon flawlessly, only to find out that she was the hydro archon who executed herself so she could live as a human.
Her hydro vision hung on her clothes, like a reminder of what she once was, ironically getting hydro powers once she stopped playing as a archon. Cruel joke one would say but she sees it as a last goodbye from the person who motivated her to play her part for over 500 years.
Nobody's son
The figure in the grass, threw their hand over their face. He didn’t regret erasing himself from Irminsul. He regrets not having the possibility to acquire the acknowledgement he so dearly chased for hundreds of years, he regrets not being able to have one last look at his mother creator, one last chance to let her recognize him as worthy of a gnosis of her love.
He was never her son, he was her failed creation, one that should have remained unknown. One that shouldn't exist anymore.
Nobody's daughter
The water gently sayed around her, in a mock caress of comfort. She didn't know what Focalors thought of her. They were one but also not.
They were the same but not.
One was a god. One was a human masquerading as one.
She could consider her like a mother. She found her humanity and encouraged it, she found her passion for helping those around her and cultivated it. But she wasn’t here to stop the spiral. She never gave her words of comfort when she laid down in bed to rest after a tiring day.
All she gave her was a false passion for her to hold onto. The promise of the most beautiful trial in her career, and, unknowingly her last ever trial as the god of justice.
Both figures stood, observing the surrounding area dreaming of their own mothers, creators, the mirroring person that represented everything they were supposed to be but aren't. They both could never wish to hear the words they so desperately wanted to hear. Both held onto burdens too big for their human minds, one wanted to get rid of humanity and become a god, the other wanted to be human and not a god.
They were mirrors of each other. Two sides of the same coin. Two halves of a puzzle.
But now both had something to look forward to. One could look ahead to the days of a Akademiya student and a kind archon who wanted his expertise or company, the other can enjoy her slower paced life, the life she always wanted but never got, burying herself in the fontainian literature, directing films for her former people to enjoy while she spent the rare afternoon with the dragon sovereign, who seeked out her presence and enjoyed caring for her.
Both were not alone anymore. Both are living the lives they always dreamed off…. So why couldn't this weight in their chests lift?
Why did they still cry?
Why were they still bothered by the absence?
Why? WHY? WHY?
WHY WEREN’T THEY ENJOYING THE PEACE THEY SOUGHT AS THEY SHOULD?
Why did, at night, dream of warm gentle hands wiping their tears, of comforting words being spoken softly into the chilly reign of the moon?
A comforting presence that would cerrish their humanity or let them have peace for once?
They didn’t know.
As Wanderer got up from the bed of grass, damp clothes sticking to his back, he made his way towards Sumeru City, where his life started anew, where he isn't reminded of his mother only when looking at the ski still connecting them together.
Furina swiftly swam through the ocean, noticing the soft light rays that had breached the water. Up top she was greeted by the gentle sounds of Fontaine waking up for a better day. In passing people greeted her, reminding her of her once duty now burden that she had carried for longer then even gods could imagine.