Chapter Text
Wandering footsteps from a Sumerian scholar came across the common Mondstadt plant. The dandelion swayed gracefully with the wind.
Crimson, empty eyes met the graceful plant of freedom. Slender fingers picking the plant out of its place, it was brought closer.
The scholar recalled a certain superstition,
“If you made a wish and blew the seeds away, the wish would come true.”
He knew it was all a lie. False hope for desperate humans.
…
Red eyes glancing up at the group of scholars ahead. He watched from afar.
All chatting and chuckling over pointless jokes. He seemed to be unfamiliar with the behavior.
But he didn’t need that…
…
Right?
The envious eyes dropped to the plant of freedom in his hand.
Might as well try,
he already knew what his wish was.
The scholar mentally voiced his wish.
Eyes reopening, he prepared to proceed with the next step.
But it wasn’t that easy.
A harsh gust of wind fate stole the chance from him.
A gentle reminder what he wishes for is impossible.
Teal strands forced over his blank face. He took the time in shoving the strands back.
Those crimson eyes laid upon the now-bare plant and finally changed shape upon realization.
…
“Oh.”
Afterall, the scholar’s wish was too good for him.
It went against his fate in this world.
His hand dropped the stem before he returned to the group.
He wasn’t spared one glance.
In fact, they turned and sauntered away.
Once again, he was left to follow a distance behind.
Treated like he was nonexistent…
…
Oddly enough, the new god seemed to recall this specific memory.
He was nearing his ultimate end…
Yet this was his current focus while waiting for his grand experiment to take action.
Such a useless, insignificant memory.
The god found himself recalling separate, other unpleasant memories as well…
These memories did not even belong to the god.
They were not his, they belonged to his creator. Yet… it felt too real.
Those crimson eyes locked back onto the task at hand. He had to finish what he started.
He should not be thinking about pointless things now.
Afterall, the scholar who possessed those memories was long gone.