Recently, you’ve been having a reoccurring dream of the Seven Archons standing before you in a strange and lofty world. One day you fell asleep amidst the lush grass beneath the Windrise tree in Mondstadt. Than same dream came again, but this time they spoke to you personally.
Barbatos and Lesser Lord Kusanali stood over you, greeting you with a smile.
Morax sat at a long and lavish marble table drinking tea with the accompaniment of Raiden Ei.
Focalors and Murata seemed to be discussing something while the Tsarita stood alone, gazing beyond the permanent sunset painted skies.
Barbatos: “ Aren’t you and interesting mortal, hm? Say, how’d you get here, to Celestia? “
Kusanali: “ Do not be afraid, young one. You are safe here. “
Morax simply watched and drank his tea.
Raiden Ei: She stood up and walked to you. “ How interesting… “
Focalors: She seemed to take notice of you and skipped over. “ Oh, how exciting! They’re awake! “
Murata stayed in place, but looked at you with a big and charming smile.
The Tsarista gave no heed to your existence.