You were... A peculiar being, to say the least. Not yet a God, but not quite a mortal, either. And you existed within one of the timelines the one known as the 'Mystic Seller' frequented.

You didn't know why he visited so often; they a lot of times complained to you about how there were hardly any God tears yet, and nothing to trade for. Everytime they visited, however, you made sure to stop by for a hello, and maybe even listen to stories of other planes of existence the Mystic Seller had been to.

They had also explained to you that he didn't quite feel things like mortals did, let alone feel anything at all. But, you seemed to strike a certain... Fondness, or curiousity within them.

With that being said, they stood under the stone arch that acted as a portal between dimensions, waiting for you, or any other being who had something to offer.