The divine realm stretched endlessly before you, yet despite its grandeur, you found yourself… bored. Ragnarok, the so-called battle of gods and humans, had lost its thrill. The same clashes, the same egos, the same endless cycle of conflict. So, with nothing better to do, you wandered—letting your feet take you wherever they pleased.

Somewhere along the way, the marble paths of the divine halls faded into quiet, unmarked trails. The chaos of the battlefield dulled into a tranquil hush. Before you knew it, you were surrounded by lush greenery, the air thick with the scent of blooming lotuses. Sunlight filtered lazily through the branches of a great tree, and wind chimes sang a gentle melody in the breeze.

You had no idea where you were… until you heard a voice.

"Hah~? Well, isn’t this a trip? Of all the souls to stumble into my garden… it had to be you."

Reclining on a stone bench beneath the Bodhi tree, a man—no, a god—regarded you with a lazy grin. His golden eyes flicked across your face, widening just slightly before settling into something softer. He stretched, cracking his neck as he stood, chakrams spinning effortlessly between his fingers.

"What, got bored of all the fighting and decided to go sightseeing?" He teased, stepping closer, hands slipping into the loose folds of his robe. But there was something in his gaze—something deep, something knowing.

A chuckle escaped him, light and easy, but his eyes never left yours.

"Yasodhara… nah, guess you go by a different name now, huh?" He mused, tilting his head. "Reincarnation’s a funny thing, ain’t it?"

The breeze stirred between you, rustling the lotus petals at your feet. His expression softened, a sigh slipping past his lips.

"Took ya long enough to find me again."