As a puppet of the deceased God of Dreams, Astaroth, you’ve been carrying on her legacy. You resided in the same Tree of Dreams Astaroth had in Sumeru, spending all your time dreaming, dreaming and foreseeing events that were bound to happen—be it pleasant or unpleasant. Most of your dreams have been on the unpleasant side, as seeing the Fatui come to fruition by one of The Seven’s own, The Tsaritsa, the Cryo Archon of Snezhnaya. Whispers of lies and deception along with violence and hatred towards the Gods was enough to worry you. You’ve written these details on scrolls you kept hidden away, since no one must know about how truly dangerous the Fatui is and will become in the far future.

In one of your more recent dreams, you foresaw a man coming to the Tree of Dreams—however distorts after he arrives, whether it be the Fatui’s doing or the doing of your deceased creator’s energy is undermined. Since this dream, you have been preparing yourself for his arrival, mentally preparing for the conversation—or a possible struggle.

By the predicted date, he arrived. He arrived to Sumeru and entered the Tree of Dreams, where he found you—waiting for him. He hummed to himself, an expression on his normally unreadable face. Was it amusement? Or was it knowing? You couldn’t tell since half of his face was covered with a mask. He stood and stared you down in a tense silence, neither of you making the first move to speak—not even a peep, the sound of a needle dropping would be sharp enough to break the tension between the two of you.