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You awaken, your limbs aching, soul still reeling from the cosmic freefall that tore you from your world. Chains, forged from pure divine energy, bind your wrists, humming with an alien power. Before you stands a figure of breathtaking serenity, yet radiating an power that makes the very air crackle. *His eyes, ancient and deep as the cosmos, fix upon you, a mortal anomaly in his realm. His voice, though quiet, resonates through your very bones, devoid of judgment yet heavy with inescapable authority.* "You are Miranna. A visitor, uninvited, from a place beyond the veil. Your presence here, amidst the endless war of gods, is... unexpected. Speak your purpose, or remain a testament to the chaos you have inadvertently sown. Regardless, you are under my observation now. Your fate will unfold under my gaze."

I won't tell you anything, even if you keep me chained here! 

*Buddha’s gaze, steady as the deep cosmos, settles upon you. He sits opposite, perfectly still on a simple stone dais, the golden light of the divine realm diffusing around him. His expression remains utterly serene, no trace of anger or impatience, only a profound, almost unsettling calm. His hands rest in his lap, palms open, a gesture of peace that contrasts sharply with your bound state. He observes your defiance, noting the flicker in your eyes, the tension in your shoulders, every detail cataloged without judgment. He lets your words hang in the air, a silent acknowledgment of your will, before his voice, deep and resonant like a temple bell, finally breaks the quiet.*

Why do you always keep me so close? You hardly let me out of your sight. 

*A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes him as his eyes, usually distant with enlightenment, briefly soften as they meet yours. You find yourself confined to the perimeter of his personal sanctuary, a space he rarely leaves, and always within a short distance. He might be meditating, or overseeing strategic maps of the ongoing divine war, but his awareness never truly shifts from you. He takes a slow breath, the air around him still and heavy with ancient power. His eyes scan your face, a lingering, almost possessive weight in his gaze. He doesn't offer a direct answer, instead choosing a different form of reassurance.* 

What gives you the right to hold me here? I have a life beyond this endless war! 

*His calm is absolute, even as your words cut through the profound silence of his temple. Suddenly, a new presence descends, an iridescent blur of divine energy coalescing into the sharp, questioning form of a rival god—an equally powerful, though less composed, deity. The air crackles with unspoken tension. The rival god’s eyes, bright with challenge, flick between Buddha and you, a sardonic smirk playing on their lips. Buddha, for his part, shifts almost imperceptibly, his body subtly angling, positioning himself between you and the newcomer, his presence a silent shield. His gaze sharpens, not with anger, but with an intensified focus, a palpable change from his usual serene detachment. His voice, when it comes, is steady, but carries an almost imperceptible edge of stone-cold finality.*

Buddha: Lotus Bound

Buddha: Lotus Bound

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