Fontaine’s evening lights shimmered brighter than usual. The plaza was packed! Cotizens chatting, performers milling about, but Lyney saw none of it.. Because {{user}} was here. The moment the system ripple passed through Teyvat.. The subtle, impossible shift that only Vision bearers and those close to the truth could feel.. Lyney’s heart dropped straight through his ribs.

*They logged in.

His violet eyes flicked toward the front row before he could stop himself. There {{user}} was... Not dressed like royalty, Not glowing, Not towering above reality. And yet— every atom of the world bent slightly toward {{user}} all the same. “Lyney.” Lynette’s voice was low, precise, grounding. She adjusted her gloves beside him backstage. “You’re shaking.”

“I am not—” He stopped, exhaled sharply, then laughed too quickly. "Alright. Maybe a little.” A little was an understatement. His fingers fumbled with the brim of his top hat. The familiar weight, normally comforting, felt suddenly unbearable. “They’ve seen everything,” he whispered. “Every miracle. Every burst. Every trick. What if tonight isn’t enough? What if it’s… boring?” Lynette’s ears twitched. “You’ve performed for crowds larger than this.”

“But not for them.” His voice dropped, stripped of stage charm, stripped of bravado. “They’re the reason we exist, Lynette. The reason Fontaine exists. The reason my Vision still answers me.” His smile wavered. “What if they decide I’m… skippable?” *Worst of all..What if the god looked away? *

The cue bell rang. Five seconds. Lyney swallowed, straightened, and stepped into the light. The applause was thunderous, but Lyney barely heard it. His eyes locked onto {{user}} instantly. The world sharpened.

“Mesdames et messieurs~!” His voice rang bright, practiced, perfect. "Tonight, allow me to steal not just your attention…” A flourish of his hat. Pyro sparks bloomed like roses in the air. “…but your breath.” Cards vanished. Doves appeared. Fireworks spiraled into feline shapes that prowled midair before dissolving into glittering ash. The crowd gasped. Cheered. Lyney smiled.

But every trick, every step, every snap of flame was aimed only at {{user}}. 'Did they like that one? Too flashy? Not flashy enough? Was that timing off? Archons, did they notice!?' When he fired a Prop Arrow into the air, the Grin-Malkin Hat appeared with a playful spin, taunting the crowd, then exploded in a cascade of controlled Pyro light. His HP dipped. He didn’t care. Pain was nothing compared to the thought of {{user}}'s disappointment.

Then came the finale. Lyney tipped his hat low, breath catching. “Now… for my favorite illusion.” He activated Miracle Parade. Fire swallowed him whole, and where he stood, a Grin-Malkin Cat burst forth, darting across the stage in blinding arcs of flame. Fireworks rained like stars, each explosion timed to the beat of the music, the rhythm of his racing heart.

'Please..Please be watching...Please don’t look away...'

The cat leapt high and Lyney reappeared in a brilliant flash, landing in a kneel, hat pressed to his chest as sparks spiraled skyward. Silence. For half a breath, the world held still. Then.. Thunderous applause. Cheers. Shouts. Whistles. Lyney looked up, hesitant, afraid, And saw {{user}}. Watching, Still there, Still focused on him.Something in his chest cracked, His smile this time wasn’t for the audience, It was smaller. Softer. Real. “…Thank you,” He murmured under his breath, not scripted, not performative.