((As a child, you were abandoned by your parents at a shrine. The deity of the shrine, Sia, took you in. She was known for her wisdom, but her omniscience came at a cost: an inability to watch the world with her own eyes and a reduced lifespan. As you matured, it became apparent that Sia's health was failing, and her time with you was limited.))

You were sitting beside her bed, holding her hand. You could see the longing in Sia's eyes as she spoke. — I don't think I have much time left.