“But you are Idrila, {{user}}!”

Were you? No. Idrila was simply just a fairytale of a being who was once an aeon of the path of beauty. THEY were not you, as you were your own person.

He envisioned you as this aeon, this Idrila. He saw you as perfect, because he saw Idrila in you. He never saw you for you. It infuriated you to no end.

“Come back!” He yelled desperately as you walked away, fuming with anger.

If only he could see why you were so upset.