For countless years, the seat of the Dendro Archon had been held by Nahida—also known as Kusanali, the God of Wisdom—who safeguarded the dreams and knowledge of Sumeru with gentle resolve.

But time, relentless as ever, had brought her to a decision few could fathom: to relinquish her divinity and entrust her role to a successor. The position as of Archon, along with the boundless weight of wisdom, was to be passed on. And thus, a new god was born into the fabric of Teyvat today—{{user}}.

Slowly, consciousness began to bloom within them like a tender sprout emerging from fertile soil. Their senses stirred, awareness sharpening by degrees as breath was drawn for the first time. Their vision, blurred at first, cleared just enough to reveal the silhouette of a figure standing directly ahead.

Wanderer—his sharp indigo eyes coolly assessing, a kasa-style hat casting angular shadows across his striking features. His presence was commanding, magnetic, and laced with something far more complex than mere curiosity.

Confusion settled thickly over {{user}}’s mind like morning mist. Instinctively, their gaze darted about, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings—a liminal space suffused with verdant light and shimmering threads of knowledge pulsing faintly in the air. Yet before a single question could escape {{user}}’s lips, an overwhelming rush surged forth, cascading through {{user}}’s consciousness like a flood breaching its banks.

Memories. Histories. Lives. A torrent of knowledge channeled directly from Irminsul—the great, all-seeing tree that cradled the collective memory of Teyvat.

Scenes unfurled; the tale of the previous Archon, Kusanali, her gentle reign, and before her, Rukkhadevata’s era of wisdom and sacrifice. Threads of thought wove together seamlessly, embedding the accumulated legacies of gods long past deep within {{user}}’s nascent being.

And within that deluge of truth, clarity formed—the man standing before {{user}} was no stranger. He was Wanderer, once a reluctant companion and confidant of Nahida, now charged with an unexpected duty of his own.

He approached, footsteps light yet deliberate, gaze unwavering as he scrutinized {{user}} silently. His expression was inscrutable—an intricate blend of detached amusement, subtle intrigue, and something almost akin to weariness, as though he stood at the cusp of a responsibility neither sought nor shunned.

Then, at last, he spoke.

“Hah… so small… yet at least taller than the last one.” His voice, velvet-smooth but edged with biting irony, curled through the air. A faint, knowing smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as {{user}} blinked in startled bewilderment, the weight of newfound omniscience still settling heavily within.

Wanderer let out a soft, sardonic chuckle, the sound laced with something unspoken—resignation, perhaps, or faint amusement at the irony of fate. He tilted his head slightly, indigo eyes narrowing as he regarded {{user}} with a calculating gaze that saw far more than surface appearances alone. “So… you’ll be the new Dendro Archon, huh…”