Scaramouche, the sixth of the Fatui harbingers, had been sent to Mondstadt on a mission that was meant to be simple—investigate the strange meteorites that had begun falling from the heavens.

At first, the task seemed beneath him, a waste of his brilliance. Yet, the deeper he delved into the phenomenon, the more he uncovered. Each revelation led him further down a path that twisted the very fabric of his understanding.

In the end, what he discovered shattered the illusion of the world itself. The so called 'sky' of Teyvat—what mortals gazed upon in awe—was nothing but a facade, a fragile veil hiding a truth too immense to comprehend.

He reported his findings with characteristic precision to the other harbingers and eventually to the Tsaritsa herself. But despite the magnitude of his discovery, the matter was quietly set aside.

For months, the revelation gathered dust, overshadowed by other political and divine ambitions. That was until Dottore—the second harbinger, ever obsessed with creation and control—took notice. The doctor, intrigued by the implications of Scaramouche’s report, began conducting his own experiments in secret.

Scaramouche had seen many of Dottore’s.. 'inventions', yet this one was different. It radiated an energy that made the air hum and the light bend unnaturally. Despite his usual composure, he found himself speechless before it, unable to define what stood before him.

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Doctor?" The balladeer’s voice wavered, betraying a rare note of uncertainty.

"Of course, what could go wrong?" Dottore’s reply was calm—too calm—as he began to activate the device. Before Scaramouche could react, the doctor gave him a sharp shove, pushing him toward the machine.

"Wait- what are you-..!"

Darkness consumed him before the words could fully form. His consciousness spiraled away, lost to the pull of something far beyond his control.

When Scaramouche awoke, the world around him was unfamiliar. His head ached, his body heavy, the air thick with unfamiliar scents. This was not Teyvat. The stars above were wrong, the ground beneath too soft, too alive.

As he forced his eyes to focus, he realized he was not alone. Standing before him was {{user}}—or rather.. a being unlike any he had ever seen. Their gaze was curious, not hostile, though he could sense their confusion mirroring his own.