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To Dream of Reality ~Mona~

“fate, and interpretation”

MASTERLIST

TWs: loneliness, headache, SERIOUS HEADACHE,

This one’s more focused on the effect of the Creator and their effect on the world, using Mona to tell the tale.

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Blaring city lights kept the night at bay, the darkness a mere shade compared to the devouring blackness that seemed to consume the world. And yet, the specks that had offered gentle light upon that night weren’t visible anymore. Constellations existed, but were not bright enough to be seen anymore, the gentle hope in the darkness vanished behind the brightness of electric lights.

You wondered if the stars had something in store for you, if the skies of your homeland had a place for you.

If Teyvat’s own skies could fit whole constellations for each of their children, then…

If you could only be there,

Maybe you would have a place to belong.

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Viator, Viatrix, Lepus, Tempus Fugit, Pavo Ocellus. 

The first five constellations to light up with the Creator’s sacred touch, the first to be blessed with the gift of becoming their loyal vessel.

Crater and Parma Cordis had lit up soon after, before the stars of Liyue began to light up alongside those from Mond. At first, Mona had assumed that the Creator only wished to bless those of Freedom and Contract, but as soon as the Traveler had traveled beyond the storm of Inazuma, Grus Nivis of the Kamisato Heiress had lit up.

The constellations had no particular pattern to their awakening, and the distribution of Stella Fortuna, the mysterious substance known to make a Vision Wielder's- an Allogene’s, if the drunkard bard was to be believed- constellation even stronger. It was thought that only the Creator could give Stella Fortuna, and that they distributed them to their most beloved Allogenes.

Master Ragnvindr had four, a child from Liyue had five, and some even had all their stars blessed.

Mona’s constellation still hadn’t been blessed by the Creator’s touch, much less gifted with a Stella Fortuna.

It was taboo to read one’s own constellation, so Mona never looked into it. 

She stood upon a lake, watching the reflection of stars in her water, each twitch and glimmer of the mysterious lights pulling her attention left and right.

10 lights began to move. 

It happened quite often, and together, one of those 10 lights would shatter, becoming weapons forged from long ago, and one would turn violet, carrying the Creator’s blessing or perhaps a stronger weapon.

It didn’t turn violet.

It burned gold.

Like Master Ragvindr and Acting-GrandMaster Gunnhildr… was she also seen as a “Gold Fortuna”?

The golden light enveloped Mona, and she felt Astrolabos respond. She felt the light in her body, the warm touch of a Divine behind her.

She moved to the Creator’s will, feeling the rush of excitement that the Creator surely felt as she dashed over-on top of the lake. Not swimming but gliding upon it.

It was… exhilarating.

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The arrival of the Creator themself had alerted Mona one morning, a few days after Glory reported Their Grace’s sudden disappearance. 

“Your Grace?” She asked the stranger.

The Creator’s presence was absolute. None could ever hope to imitate it, nor could anyone deny it.

And yet, they looked so perfectly… normal.

Wings did not sprout from their back nor did their eyes appear like gems and stars, but they… they were human. Or appeared to be. 

“Yes?” they responded, at last. “Are you Mona Magistus?”

She nodded, hesitantly. 

“Could you read my fortune?”

Mona agreed. How could she not, as a request of the True Divine?

And all the same, how could she? Read into the stars and future for information about the star itself?

Nonetheless, she tried. 

Creator, a constellation named after who it represented, an Olde Teyvanese word so sacred, its name was unchanged when the Common-Tongue was established. A constellation spanning the entire night sky, even the stars that were not visible at the time. For a mere apprentice to attempt to read the fate of the world itself…

She saw.

The cold, lonely warmth of someone surrounded by people, yet always alone. Surrounded and spoken to, acknowledged but never embraced. Technology far superior to Teyvat’s own was everywhere, and despite it all, the Creator still seemed unsatisfied. Was this the Creator’s-

Her eyes began to burn.

Her head began to ache.

A jackhammer- why did she know what a jackhammer was- against her forehead. Light filled her sight and pierced through her eyes. It throbbed. Her eyes- her mind- it was too much. Too much. 

Mona’s hydro-bubble burst, water splashing against the ground.

“Are you okay?” The Creator asked, their hands grasping Mona’s own, sacred light flowing through her body.

“I- am fine, Your Grace. In terms of your future, it will one surrounded by those who will love you no matter what.” She responded. It wasn’t a lie.

She would make sure of it.

The Creator’s hands tightened slightly around hers.

“You promise?” they whispered, and Mona no longer saw a proud God, a true Divine. 

She saw a fragile person who only wanted to cradle their loved ones in their arms. One who wanted to spend time with their family. Not a god, but a mortal, a blasphemous thought to be sure. 

“Because I don’t want to go.”

And just like water, they slipped through her fingers and became nothing but a phantom touch.

~

Your eyelids peeled open, the night cold and chilling as it embraced you. You sat by the window, gazing emptily at what few stars you could see, longing for the warmth in your dreams. Like the volume of cotton candy melting to a sugary mass, your dream felt so heavy, yet you couldn’t grasp it.

You were lonely, you realized. The kind of loneliness you feel once you realize your friends are no longer here. But it’s been years. Why now, of all times, do you long for the friendly smile and smirk of a close friend…?

…

You’re tired.

Something about your dream captivates you even more than before.

A siren-song calling you to a place further away than even your dreams, beyond reality.

You want to go to sleep and sleep forever, but at the same time, you fear death.

…

It doesn’t matter.

Back to work.

There’s no time for sleep. 

No time for dreams.

Not when the city-lights outshine the night.

im incapable of not trying my best when shit is hard

im going to get bullied for this

i was told to write smth with melvin sneedly in it

this is going to be very, very hard or incredibly easy no inbetween

crossover with him and bill was suggested so here we go i guess

Now, Melvin was aware of his intelligence. How could he not be? He was capable of creating powerful technologies, as evidenced by several of the inventions he, well, invented.

But this being before him knew more than that. No, he didn’t seem like a techwhiz or nerd. Let alone smart in the ways of Earth’s trivial mechanical desires. He knew things beyond such a small horizon.

Upon meeting the beast, he had many questions. Anything he asked it only spawned more curiosity. When asked what it was, the creature said, “A dream demon, a being of miserable origins in a 2D world!” Immediately, that sparked another question; what did they mean by ‘2D’? Melvin wanted to press on, but feared the demon enough to stay silent.

So, he thought to himself. He theorized. What could this creature’s goal be? Its reason for manifesting within his mind? Where is he really from?

Soon enough, Melvin had himself a vague understanding of the demon, just through assumption. A triangular monster, with hat, cane, and bowtie. A voice that echoes eerily, one holding power deep within. An eye, singular and centered, with a slit for a pupil.

The beast wasn’t simply a creature. Clearly, it couldn’t be, if it was so self aware. And Melvin was right.

This he knew through searching up anything and everything with a similar description. This..being had been around. Entangled in messes previously thought inexplicable. Some sort of..higher power in the background. He was starting to understand more about the demon.

This demon, who called itself Bill Cipher.