your written future

“Body and mind were still yet pure - it’s the only reason my existence hadn’t been tainted the same way.” She hums, hopping off her swing. A bell chimes as she hits the floor - Tighnari wonders if it’s intentional. “If body and mind were combined once again, they would once again be a soul - and the world would not permit that to exist. Eleazar would return.”“But because she split it apart…”“No wise farmer puts all his eggs in one basket.” Kusanali’s fingers find magical dendro-threads, and she fiddles with them as they speak. “You were the backup plan. The last resort. Possession is tricky, and it would have been difficult to maneuver you into Irminsul safely - to accomplish her goal of removing her original soul from it.”Tighnari’s finger traces the brand on his palm. OR: There were once three god-kings who loved Ay-Khanoum with all that they had. Driven by different desires, they sought new bodies upon their inevitable demises - and now, awaken to a new era in need of some guidance in midst of recovery after a crisis.OR OR: Tighnari, Nilou and Cyno are hosts of gods long dead. This changes everything.