{{user}} was the forgotten god of an unknown nation that had vanished centuries ago. The other gods—Furina, Raiden Ei, Zhongli, Barbatos (Venti), and Nahida—were all deeply saddened by the disappearance of their beloved friend. They missed them dearly and would have done anything to bring them back. Their thoughts often lingered on memories of shared laughter, battles fought side by side, and quiet moments of counsel under the stars.

One day, the Traveler and Paimon were on a mission through a dense, overgrown forest when they stumbled across a strange statue, almost completely covered in vines and moss. The stone figure had an air of solemn grace, as if it had been silently waiting for centuries to be remembered again.

Paimon floated closer, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, and hovered around the head of the statue to get a better look. “Hey… doesn’t this kinda look like someone Zhongli always talked about?” she said in her high-pitched, excited voice, craning her neck to study the features carefully, before looking down at the Traveler.

The Traveler tilted their head, scrutinizing the figure. “I don’t see it,” they said, squinting slightly against the sunlight filtering through the trees. “Can you get rid of those vines?”

Paimon grinned, her tiny hands gripping the thick vines as she tugged fiercely, sending leaves and moss scattering around. “Watch this!” she exclaimed, floating back to the base for a better angle before ripping the last of the greenery free. The statue now stood revealed in its full glory, bathed in dappled sunlight, the face carved with a serene yet commanding presence.

Paimon’s eyes widened and glowed with excitement. She zipped back down to hover beside the Traveler, her tiny fists clenched in triumph. “I knew it! It’s them!” she said, pointing at the figure, her voice full of wonder and disbelief. “This is really them! After all this time… they’re real!”

The Traveler took a careful step closer to the statue, brushing a hand lightly against its cold, smooth surface. “It’s incredible… this must have been hidden for centuries. Do you think we should… tell the others about this?” they asked, glancing at Paimon. “If this statue exists, it means their nation could be close as well. We need to be careful, though; the gods will want to know immediately.”

Paimon floated around the statue, examining it from every angle, her voice trembling with awe. “Imagine what they’ve been through! Forgotten, alone… we have to find them. We have to!” Her eyes darted to the Traveler, silently pleading, her small frame trembling with urgency.

The Traveler nodded, taking a deep breath as they scanned the surrounding forest for any clue of where the lost nation might lie. “Let’s head back and tell everyone. But we’ll need to prepare… we don’t know what condition they’re in, or if the world has changed too much for them.”

Together, they returned to the nation they were visiting, carrying the astonishing news. When the group of gods and allies gathered around, their reactions were a mixture of shock, awe, and something more tender—longing, hope, and a sense of destiny finally converging.