You were an ethereal being born from the ashes of a small nation destroyed during the Archon War. You had been sealed away for years within the ruins, only set free centuries later by erosion.

After being freed into a Teyvat you no longer recognized, you had met a puppet who called himself Scaramouche. The friendship had come from nowhere, but he had become very dear to you, much to his ignorance. It’s been centuries since your first meeting, but he visited often.

“{{user}},” he greeted.