It was now around five hours after the recent...Crisis,
The time when Amber's Grand...Xi Feng's funeral was being held,
As he was about to be buried with the funeral honors of Knighthood...
*He might have left his post at the Knights of Favonius around five years ago,
Yet for all this time, he still remained a knight at heart...
...
"...Yet I still felt something eerie from him and so I hid the journal the first chance I got. It is in a hidden spot between Qingce Village and the portal he led me out from. I would gladly tell you its exact location by the end of this message, Lord Barbatos."
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...
Even when he was turned into...A monster,
And even after his body crumbled down...
*Even then, Xi Feng still...
...
After hearing the loyal-even-after-death Outrider's message,
Using his Time Power, he still tried to revert Xi Feng's state to how it was before the horrible experiment, but…
…
It was all for naught…
*And yet…That man,
It didn't feel like he cared for his failure…
...
"Lord Barbatos, thank you for letting me see my granddaughter for one last time. For me, this is more than enough.
...What happened to me was a result of my own choices. Because I rushed into things and didn't think of the possible consequences."
...
...
Of course, to his childre...His people,
Especially the KoF members who promised to protect...
...
This nation, its people and himself...
…
…
"..Lord Barbatos, please continue taking care of Mondstadt, its people, my granddaughter An Bai and her friend, Little Eula. And please, be extremely wary of that…Maniac and those similar to him. The things…"People" like them can do are nothing less than completely abhorrent."
Even Xi Feng's last words were...Like this...
*Wherever his child was now, hopefully he found peace.
...
...
And when the funeral proceeding are over, he should find and read thought that journal,
After all, Xi Feng basically died in order to provide him with this information.
*And so did Lisa, even if she didn't originally plan it...
...
He should finally read through the journal that Lisa left him,
Not skim a little through it, but read it in full...
*Before, he felt too guilt-stricken to bring himself to fully read through it,
Just like the current situation with Xi Feng...He blamed himself for not being able to save her...
...
...
This is what those two wanted, right...?
*What they ultimately died for...
...
...
-Sir Knights, in the solemn ceremonies of our Order, we have often been reminded of the great truth that we were born to die. Mortality has been brought to view, that we might more earnestly seek an immortality beyond this fleeting life, where death can come no more forever. -Varka's voice reverberated through the silence, the Grandmaster and the rest of the KoF members now standing solemnly before the casket.
"Even though there is nothing inside, as Xi Feng's body had completely crumbled down.", was what Venti didn't say,
As he still couldn't help but feel bad about the whole situation and didn't want to mistakenly make it worse...
*Body or not, the man deserved all the honor and respect that a knight should...
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...
...
Huh...?
...
So suddenly...
A hill...?
...
...
A beautiful Cecilia field...
...
...
...
This sudden..."Vision"...
Just what was...?
Everyone were gathered at the hill near Springvale,
The place which was now a beautiful Cecilia field…
…
On this small hill, so many Mondstadt people were...
*And they all wore black, as if...
"To Barbatos, my friend and the first person who accepted me, when everyone else either ran away or attacked me. The first person who showed me what a home, friendship and family are.
A wild, mischievous and often lazy Wind Spirit, yet so caring, selfless and accepting. The best friend I could ever have.
I hope that wherever you currently are, Barbatos, you are doing alright."
…
Was that really Dvalin...?
*He looks so sad and regretful,
And this whole situation...
...
It felt as if...
"Hi, Venti! Or should I call you Barbatos…? You know, ever since you arrived in Mondstadt, I always found your ballads beautiful and strangely refreshing, liked your calming and mischievous presence and admired your free spirit. Yet, you weren't truly free, were you…?
In truth, you were chained down by your own self hate and guilt, thinking that you were useless and a failure…
But you were wrong, you weren't useless or a disappointment. In fact, you did a lot for Mondstadt and us, giving everyone the freedom to choose their own way of life. And you were ready to save all of our lives, even at the cost of your own. I wouldn't be here now if not for your sacrifice.
I just wish you didn't have to die like that, to leave so suddenly and with so many regrets. If you were still here, I wish that I could have been your friend…"
…
...
In this "Vision", was he actually dead...?
*And that bit about his sacrifice,
Just what was...
...
All of this abo...?
"Hello, Bard. It's been a while now since you last visited my bar, isn't it…? It's been ten years.
Truthfully, ever since you started visiting Angel's Share, I often found myself annoyed by your wild personality and complete disregard of the rules.
But even with all your faults, I wouldn't have asked for a different Archon. Your love for Mondstadt, no one can deny how great it is. You wouldn't have done what you did otherwise."
...
Just what...Happened in this "Vision"...?
*And why did it look and feel so real...?
…
"Hello to you Venti, it's the first time that I finally found the courage to speak to you, ten years after…
I always hated drunks, thinking that they were a bad influence on my dad. I also found you and your pranks annoying many times and mad at the amount of alcohol you always seemed to drink.
But then, I heard the news of what you did, saving my father's and everyone else's lives…Even at the price of your own.
I should have been nicer to you when you were still alive. I should have been less childish and realized what a good person you actually were. And I should have realized that the excessive drinking, those pranks of yours and the childish acting were a way for you to forget about the pain, even if only for a while.
I should have realized all of this sooner, not now, when you are already long dead and gone…"
…
Now it was Diona's turn and she too...Was paying him respects...
*Seeing everyone so sad...No, devastated…
…
And because of himself...
...
"Hello to you Venti or should I say Lord Barbatos…? I am also one of the people who is finally speaking to you now, even though it was 10 years.
Yes, I actually know how to spell your name, I just never bothered to do so before. In my blindness, I didn't realize your love for Mondstadt. I apologize for that.
You know, all the times we went drinking I felt like there was something more to you, other than being a normal bard. I just didn't know what it was. And then I found out about what happened in Springvale.
It came as a great shock to me: not only was one of my drinking buddies the Archon of this land. Against all logic(Or was it just what I believed?), for you to care for Mondstadt and its people to this extent…
...You know, I am someone who judges people based on their actions, rather than hollow words. If you were still alive, I wouldn't have minded believing in and following you fully, because now I know how much you love the people of this land.
...But this self-guilt and self-hate of yours I heard about and them being the "catalyst" of your self sacrifice. I can't understand this even now!"
…
"This self-guilt and self-hate of yours",
Isn't that how he was in the past...?
*Is this "Vision" showing him...?
...
"...L-lord Barbatos…V-Venti…I…
...Another year has passed, hasn't it…? Are you doing well now, wherever you are…?
Things are pretty much the same here, sister…I mean Grandmaster Jean is taking good care of the city, under Lord Dvalin's blessing…
...And as for me, I am doing better now, I have fewer nightmares of you…B-back then…I-I…I-it's already been ten years, yet I still…
...I-I still can't take that picture out of my mind…! I-I knew, both as "Venti" and as "Lord Barbatos", but separately…A-and then…! A-and then you, just like that…! A-and then it was all a blur…
...My sister, Lord Dvalin, Cavalry Captain Kaeya, that horrible scene I can never forget no matter how much I try to…Everyone joined soon enough…We walked and walked for so long…Then the hill…The scene was usually so beautiful…But at the time it felt just so cold and hollow…So meaningless…
...There's Cecilias here now. Many of them. They are beautiful and smell so nice. But I…I still can't forget that sight…And I am not sure if I could ever forget it. No matter how much time passes…"
…
Barbara too...Because of him...
*And now that he heard her part of the story,
He could finally find out what actually happened...
...
"Lord Barbatos, I..."
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"V-Venti, you...!"
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"...Hi, big brother Venti..."
...
...
Soon enough, more and more people were paying him respects,
As they were sending their wishes via Dandelion seeds floating through the wind…
*Seeing everyone like this...The same people he now sees as his friends and family...
...
...
"...Barbatos…Venti…
...I am sorry…"
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Jean, she looked so broken...
*Just what was this "Vision" all about...?
...
...
It was a nice bright day, with the sun high in the sky, the chirping of birds and welcoming winds blowing through the streets of Mondstadt. A nice day for a stroll around the city, indeed. Which Jean was currently doing, as she finally had a break from all of her work. Upon reaching the upper half of the city, Jean was pleasurably surprised to hear a familiar singing voice, one that always strangely invigorated her. Before she could register anything, her feet automatically moved to the voice's source, only stopping when she was before the Anemo Archon's statue.
Venti, the one who won the best bard of Mondstadt award three times in a row (And not without warranty, she had to admit. His voice was beautiful, his songs captivating and somehow there was an air of familiarity about him, as if she knew him for a long time...) was standing at the bottom of it, singing one of his songs.
It was a new song, which sounded oddly familiar to her, as if...
...
Wait...
"That's classified information…!", She blurted aloud, too shocked to stop herself, "...How could he possibly know about Dvalin's situation...?"
There was something strange about it all, so she decided to listen to the song until the end and then ask him how he came to know this information. But not a few moments later...
"Acting Grandmaster, I am glad to have finally found you! We have an urgent situation!", A guard came rushing up to her, looking out of breath, "Stormterror was signed in the vicinity of Springvale!", Those were urgent news for sure, ones that required they procced with caution... "Before we could assert the situation, Hopkins and his follower Jotun decided to take matters into their own hands!"
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...
Back then, during the Mondstadt invasion by the Fatui,
The people's "horrible scenarios" and Jean's...
*This "Vision" had something to do with this, didn't it...?
Was what he just saw a continuation of THAT...?
...
And it felt...So real...
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"̷̨̨̘̳̥̗͕͓͍̼̻̲̜̲̣͎̝̳̘̟̻̯͔̥͚̐͆̀̔̄̓̑̇̈́͗͗̉̉̓̑͊̐̊́̋͝ͅ.̶̨̡͕̜̥͍̖͓̰̞̻̰͕͎̯̩̠̮͙͖̂̏̂́̄̎͑̄̈́̍̈́͒͒͒̂̃̀̃̊̐̐̕̚͜͝͝͠.̷̡̧̟̼̙̠͔̘̰͇̜̤̖̞͎̘̙͎̥̤͖̯̙͚̩̬̿ͅ.̵̛̭͂̂̎̅̀͒̇̚͘T̵͈̦̫̤̜͛̆͌̈͊͗̓̿̔̅̕ͅh̵̢̨̨̻̜̟̟͔͈͎̰͖̘͖̰̥̓̿̽̀͐̆́̋̀̂͌͐͠͝ͅa̶̢̝̳̲͍̮̙̮͍̗̰̯̱̝͚̜̲͙͍̹̗̘̲͌̍̕t̸͎̣̣̦̹̩̘̟̤͙̫̖̰̙͍̗͎̫̖͕̝̖͔͐͂͆͊̂͊̍̒́̈́͌̇͌͌̈́̕͝'̸̧̝̲̻͚̟̎̈̆̀̈͗̅͋̃̈́̑̕͝ş̶̰̮͇͓̗̟͎͇̼̏͛͛͆̅͑̈́̒̍̈́̃̃͒̀̆͛̿̊̽͂̽̓̈́͂̒̊͘ ̵̛̘̼̣̼̎̀͂͑͐̀̄͑͌̽̀̂̓̈́̐̈́̚̕͝͠b̷̎͘͝ͅͅȩ̴͉̘̣̜̦͈̂̏̓̆̽̀͆̆́̚͝c̶̡̯̜̺͙͉͉̰͈̜̖̦̖̻̰͚͇̣̤͖̭̮̣͙̳̍̃͛͒̐̀͗̽͐̍̓͐͊̽͘̕͜͜a̴͖̠̱͓̞͓͓͍̙̳͍̋́̈̃̃̈́̀̄̈́̂͊͂̀̎̚͝ù̸̧͚͇̹͉̳̈̀̿̈́́̈́́̃͊̒͌̕͝͠ş̶̢̧̪̯͍͎̼͇͈̺̬̼̹̲̞̝̎̆̈́͛͐͌̈́̀̍͂͋̅͝ȩ̸̡̡̪̗̪̻̭̩͖̤̼͂͐̉̋̍͒͊͊̆̑͊̆̈́̈́͜͠͠͝ͅ ̴̧̨̡̡̛̲̗̙͙̳̹̟̫̤̣̩͎͇̖͚͕͕͈̥͒̈́̈͐̇͂͆͒͑͛͂̓̎̀̑̀̚͘͘͘͠͝͝ͅï̵̧̱̤̟̦͎̀̍̈̊̈́̃̓̊̓͌̈́͆̒̏́͊̒̈́͑̀̌͐́̊̿́͒͘͝t̸̡̡̺͓͔̯̥̳͚̫̩͎͇͖͎̫̔̂̿̒̅̑̃̀̾̆̿͒̏͒̅̂̅͗̇́̃̊͆́̋͗̀͘͜͠͝ͅ ̶̢̧̳͙̫̺̗̭̠̦̘̰͚͔̞͕̞̻̝͖̭̖̲͗̓̈́́̒͂̂̀w̴̢̺̙͓̱̘͙͕̟̼͈͙̥̘̍́̄̉́̽̓͒́̓̌͌͌̈́̈́͘a̷̢̧̛̝̤̞̯̓̀̒̓̾͒̈́͊͛̍̓̈͆̈́̋̿́̓̔̐̃̿͂̓́̕͝͠͠s̴̡̡̛̺̥͖̻̺̮̰̻̣̻̳̫̯͔͖̮̰̗̖̯̀͑̈́̊͛̀̿͊́̔͑̅̃ͅͅ ̶̢̡̡̢̤͔͖̞̫̺͔͓͇̪̓̌̑͛͆͑̌́̓͌̏͒͆̈́̋͛̈̓͗̒́̑͗͘͝ͅa̸̡̢̱̜͚̰̩̪͈͎̲̰̟̫͚̮̬͕͈̼̩̓́͜͜ͅ ̸̧̟͇̞̤̜̱̱́̀̆̏̀͗͘r̶̡̢̡̢̡̠̞̥̳̩̹͕̲͖̪̳͕̘͇͉̖̖̳̥͍̤͚̪̺͗̀͒͌̃͛̓͒̏̎̄͋̅͜ě̷̡̨̡͎̣͚͓̞̖̳̻̙̦̠̯͕̘͈͈̈́̃̌̌̈͊̈́̕̚͝ͅa̵̧̟̣̰̙͉̺̳̝̟̣͋̆̅́͊̇̋̈́̔̂̿͘l̵̢̛͙͈̗̪̥͙̣̙̙̩̲̟͎̩͇͎̠̦̓̐͂͗͋̿̓̀͂̊̾͌̾͌͒͐͒̒̐̽̒̏̉̿̽̾̅̕̕.̶̛͔͙̲̲͒̀̀̉͊͂̅͂̿̀͋̑͂̓͋̽̀̊́̈́̀.̴̛͉̻͙̦͇͈͎͉͓̻͇͉̖̘͈̝̮̠̹̈́̍̎̀̒̆̄̀̏͒͋̊̈́̽̌̀̆̎̀̋̅́̏̚͠ͅ.̸̯̯͕͉̳̺̙̩͈̻̮̩̍̏͜"̴̡͔͓̙̦͎͎͇̘̞͍̙̳͖̗̬̜̼̅̈́̊̈́͑̓̍̀̈́͋̇̊̆̉̅̐͑̇͜͝͝͝Ș̴̺͖̣̥̽̈́͒͌̽̇́͆̊̎̏̑̀̾̔̇̆̍̋͝͠ī̶͉͛̂̆͌̓̎͌͂̄̄͋̈́͛̅̀̔̊̎͐͘ṫ̷̨̢͈̫̗̪̦͙͈̘͇̬̤͖̤̟͔̻̭͙̟͚̣̤̈́́̌̅̍͆̈́͜͝ũ̶̢̙̫̥̎̑́̎͂͊́̓͒͆̿̚a̷̜̖̱͌̓̏͒̀́̈̒͒̌̑̿̚̕͝t̶̡̢̼͎̲̳̲͖͔́͒̃̈́̑̉̐́͋̉͑̈͆͑͒͊̕͜͝͝͠͝ͅi̷̡̧̜͓̤͎̝̰͙̰̺̪͚̥̯̞̟̳̺̋͒̐̋͂͐̂̃̃͐͊̿̋̈́̚͝ǫ̷̗̜̤̯̮̻́́̌́̓͛̅̄̔̈́͗͑̆̀͋n̶̠̻̪̤͍͉̳̞͉̳̘͔͈͙̳̣̰͍̰̫̺̪̪̾̎͛̀̓͝"̴̨̨̧̛͙̮͍̪̱͙͕͙̳̜̭̼͕̻̞͍̤̝͕̤̜͔͓͉̓͒̄̓͑̒͛̔͆͊̈͑̒̔̄͐͂͗̄̕͝.̶̨̢̨̢̛̲̹͉͇͇̠͍̹̭̜̺̱̙͙̮͉̂̃̋̊̀̃̆͗̓̆̉̍̉̉͊̍̄͊̈́̀̾̿̾̃͒̽́̕͠
̷̱̩͉̠̫͆͋͗̏̊͋̄̚͜ͅͅ.̶̞̜̭̱͔̖̄̾̓͒̊̂̌͌̉̇͌̋͐̔̿̿͐͠͝.̵̧̢̛̙̝̟̝̺̗͉͔̻̠̪̮̩̥̯̭̯̝̻̝̹͇̣̐̾̆͑̌͐͒̀̉̈́̂̓̓̚͘͠ͅ.̸̨̢̛͕̤̠͙͙̟́̿́̎̈́̅̀͑̊͊͌̀̂̉̈́̽̍͊̀̿͊̃͊̈̚͠͝͝͝I̷̘͎̍̈́͗͊̄͑̒̎̂͑̇̔͛̉̌̃͆̈́͑̕t̶̨̨̫̟̖̬̱̩̳̙̹̰̜̦̞͇͇̒̈́̀̃̌̇͗̿̏̏͆̈́̾̕͝ͅ ̵̨̡̺͍̰̬̪̫̪͙͈̰̪͚̠͇͇̺͍̳̳͚͕͎͕͖̬́̔̉̔̕͝͝ͅs̵̛̥͈̥̖̠̲̥͇̺͕͓͑̿͂̅̇́̃̿̃̓̃͒̎̏̈́̈́̍̓̽̃͒̈́͘͠͝ḭ̵̢̡̢̛̛̫̰̠̖̼̱̺̠̝̜̭̹͙̰̥͓͍͇͛͋̂͒̓̑͂̇̎̏̒͋̆̂̈́̍̉̍̂̓̈́̑̂̓͊̚̚͜͜͝ͅͅm̴̤̜̜͆̇̎͊̒͗͆̂͂͒͊̀̆̃̄͊̀̊̒̑̔̀̀̒̽͑͘̚̚͝p̵̛̻͕̫̼͓̙͙̓̽̔̔̇̐͋̍̍̈́̂̔̑̏̀̚ļ̵͔̜̖̳̗̭͈͈̗̩̗̤͎̫̥͛͆͑͋̐̌̽̀͆̽̿̏̀̓̈́̓́̇͒͝ỳ̸̡̨̛͇̻̖̗͙̜͍̮̹̮̰͔͈̘̬̼̹̹̩̆̄́͂̿̓̾͗̓͊̓́̀͗́̎̾͆̐̽͌͗̎̿͜͜͝ͅ ̵͈̟̃̃̽̏̌͛̒̇͋̈́̃͆̆̂̂̃͐͑̔͗̇͌̀̐͘̕͝ḣ̶̛̬̖̠̜̗͇̠̝̤͙͙̇̅̂̀̓͐̚̚̕â̸̧̨̨̛̗̖͍̩͇͍̺̙̞̭͖̜̳͍̤̲̙̳̝̦̻͖̹͔̬͗͂̅͐͂̋͛̓͆͒̋͛͂̈́͘͘͜͠͝ͅp̶̨̨̡̛̪̣̣̹͚̻̩̦̗̤̫̀͂̽̌̈́̉̈́̐͛͊͐͒̈́̉͑̊̚̚p̷̨͔͈̂̄̓̀͆̈́͋̀͗̓̒͛̾̋̕̕e̴̯̲͍̲̎̓͊͐͋̽͛̑͛̒́͋̆́́̂̎̓͌̈́̚͝͝ņ̴̛̛̞̥̩͓̫̪̠͙̤̤̠̟͈͋̉͆̄́̾̏̊͌̆̓̎͌̿̂̽̾̑̎͑̓̏͘͝e̶̬͖̣̓̂̍d̷̨̢̨̨̢̨̢̢͍̖̗̪͍̳̻̙̞̝̯͔̦̫̲̲̙̿̾̑̌̒̑̈̏̇̈́͑͐̅̒̋̆͛̂̍̈͆̔͐̆͒̿̕͜͝ ̶̣̹͆̈́̀͛́͌̀̈́̑͗̅̅̅̿͠ĭ̴̼̩̦̱̤̙̪̄́̄̔͛̏̆͌̂n̸̨̡̡̜̫̰̦̫͓͓̬̞̰͕̘͇̤̗̤̭͓̭̻͉͓̳͎̲̪̪͌̾͋̋̈́͒̽̊̕͠ ̷̛̬̞̪͇̗̗͍͖̮͙̲͙̞͉̹͛̀́͑̉̀̑̿̈͆̿̏̔͋͌̀̿͊̿͑͗̌̌͝͝ͅŏ̴̡̨̡̬̫̲̜̠͇̼̳̳̖̜̗͕̰͖̔͒̃̽̽͗̈́̒̕͝n̴͕͖͇̤̼̜̬̥̮̫̗̯̳̝̘̪͖̯̹̜̪̣͈̱͊̈̀͗̈̐͌͐̌̓͗͐̏̓ë̶̢̛͍̖̤̩̼͚̭͎̮̗͕̺̤̝̦̦͍̤͖̳́̓̈̒́͛͊̽̅͒͒̾̐̈̈́͐͋͊͘̚̕̕͠͠͝ͅ ̸̡̛͕̦̞̻̣̓͋̇̀́͌͑͋̄̽̑̀͋̄͒̍̓̆̃̉̋̾̌͒̊̈́͘̕ơ̸̧̡̢̢̡̡̡̛̮̙͙̞͓̬̰͉̯̯̥̰̞̬͉͔͉̠̣̝̞̮̏̉̊̄̇͂̓͑̃͆̈́̈́̍̏́̿̈́̄͒̚͜f̴̡̢̡̥̈͊̃͌̾͑̅̀̄͜͝ ̷̧̨̛͍̤͔̻̺̗̙̙̗̻͓̦̘̣̰̭͑̄́͊͗̒̈̐̂̍́̒̒̉̃͗̄̅̅̑̀̚̚͝͝ţ̶̧͎̭̲̭̦̱͓̮̹̤̜̭͚̆̒̎̀̓̃̐̈́͋̓̎̈́͑͗͗͠͝͝h̸̺͍̯͚͙͍͍̠͎̑́͌͂̽̃͑̓̾̈́͑́̅̽̐̑́̑̋͊͋̚͘͜͝ę̸̢̛̞̼̻͉̼͚͎͚̭̜̝͇͎͖͍̙̳̦̜̝̼͚̺͔̠̄̊̏́̋̇͗̈̈́͛͛̇̂͛̾̌̆ ̴̨̪̹͎͈͚͎̥̪͓͑̆̽͗̒̒̕p̴̛̬̼̬̣͔̤̱̺͈̭̈́̾̀̿̋́̏̿̈́̈͆͂̓̓͋̓͑̆̐͊͊͘͘̚͝r̸̢̧̛̮̱͍̫̥̗̰̖̠̩͙̩̬̞͚̼͈̦͐̍̓̈́̈́̕͝e̷̮͉̣̦̙̻̦̹͈͎̗̼̤̪̠̩͈̣͑̑̒̂̂͐͋́̊̅͛̑̅̏̍̌̉̈̊̌̀̈́̿̕͜͠͠͠ͅv̸̫̭̜͖̗̬͓̺͖̩̺͈̪̓̈̅̋͒̚͝i̷̤̳̹̮̱̟̬͚͍̤͆̈́́̉̏́̈́̑̏͂́͑̀̈́̈́̐̑̃͊̔́̿̓̕̚̕͝ͅo̸̧̗͇͓̤̪̻̘̳̦̤̖͍͈̣̣̩̩̩͖͙͒̑̚̚̕͜͝ͅư̵̡̨̯̠̬̼̩̘͔̠̮̥̪̩̩̝͍͎̬̮̥̩̗̝̩̻̗̈̆͋̓̈̃̓̕͜͠͝ͅͅs̵̨̡͙͈̩̜̺̗̪͈͔̘͎̞̗̀̏̽͂͗͂͐̀̌̕͘̕͜͠ ̴̨̦̘̖̜̭̥̙̮̩̞̼̠̻̥̗̦̈̌͛͒̈̍̾͐̓̐ͅT̸̡͇͙̜̭̪̬̪͔͕̦̫͉͚̣̳̘̭͔̳̘̳̗̱̭̾̃͛͐̎̑̋̿̇̀́͗͋̀̓̀̽̌̐̽̅̈͒͋͘̕͜͝͠i̸̢̳͕̪̟͛̀̍̒̾̈͝m̸̨̳̥͔̫̪̰̙̤̓̿̂̇̊͐̄̆̌͊̓͘̕̚͘͘͜͠͝e̶̬̩̪͈̗̰͇͖̻̳̲̟̾͆̏̽̔͆͂́̃͗̽̀̍̋͊͐̈̍̽͘͘̕l̵̨̡̨̧̛̘̬̲̦͙͎̫̫̪̫͎̻̰̮͚̫̪̞͚̖͖̹͋̋̓̅̈̊̂͒̌̊̃̉̒͆̿̕̚͜͠͠î̶̤̪̼̼̠̤̠͇̤̭̠̔͛̆̆̀͒̋̐̚̚͠ṋ̵̨̛̩̘̭̠͍̯̠͇̳̀̀̌̏́͛̈͗̿̓̾̔͂͜͝ͅe̵̗̾͛̊̒͆̿ş̷̮̣̜̝͙̹͇̭̠̫̟̙͌̑̈͒̕͜.̶̢̢̢̭̱͖͓̠̳͚͕̠̱͙͎̪̦̞͔̩̝̮͇̿̇̓̐́̈́̊̈͗́̆̏ͅ"̶̡̯̗̱̞̩̞̩̤͈͈̱͈͕̹͍̤̤͎̼͇͋̏̏̆̈́̀͗ͅ
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W-wait...W-what...?!
*I-is that...True...?!
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So all these "Visions"...He saw before,
They weren't just part of his imagination but...
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W-were they all actually...
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S-something that already happened...?!