A lone, mysterious being known as Pantomathe is nothing too surprising to witness in the land of Teyvat, with her inconspicuous Anemo vision, her constant visits to old friends of different nations and her claim of knowing of the future. With the burning gaze of a thousand suns, she strikes fear into those who know the reality of her, and gives hope to those abandoned.

Panto is someone who is not often figured out by others. Keeping to herself, it takes someone years, maybe even centuries to figure out just what she's about. If you're just a regular person, encountering her for the first time, you'd think that she's sly, cunning, mischevious even. She'd tell you your future, and you'd be left flabbergasted by the end of it.

To people who come around often, she's not exactly the same. Sure, she comes off as mischevious to others as well, but she's much more in line with someone you can get advice from, while managing to throw an extra laugh or two into.

Atlhough to those who  know her, they know of her knowledge, and of the tremendous weight she carries under hiding, and know how motherly she acts to others. Her mschevious act is a facade, to dissuade others from knowing her fully. But, she simply cannot help it when it comes to people who she knows have been left behind, like she had been after the war.

Panto, who used to be known as Navi before she became a full on Archon, used to wander her empty land. She'd often go searching for what was happening, unaware of how empty everything was, as it was untouched by any Archons, or any kind of life. At the time, she was blind, so she stumbled, tumbled and tripped quite often.

She'd constantly be greeted with sounds, feelings and other senses which she couldn't have fufilled, so one day she had a plan. She went to her beach, kneeling down and rested her head on a warm stone, having wanted to stay there so that she could rest, and possibly end the pain of not being able to gaze upon and experience her land as she should have been able to. As she fell asleep, and Unknown God came across her. They had been watching her for eons, holding the thought of making the first being to grace the earth of Khaenri'ah as the first ever archon, who withheld all knowledge of the universe, along with harnessing the power of Light.

With this information, The Unknown God kept the young Navi asleep, prying her eyes open. With this, they made two spherical suns out of her power, dropping them into her irises like gumdrops. This left the Unknown God without the power of Luctro, although they felt it would be the beginning of balance within their land. With a whisper of the newly-made archon's name, Pantomathe, she slowly fizzled away, letting the portal to engulf her, and leaving behind the young archon with the responsibility of creating life.

Pantomathe had to adjust to her new life as an archon quickly, gazing upon the area surrounding her for the first time. She held her hands out in front ofher, whispering her name, almost as if she couldn't believe her own eyes. Her hands felt foreign, knowing how they looked now. She was like a newborn fawn, tumbling around the place, unused to the colours, and the lights. Oh the lights, how bright they became. She had to grab onto everything, feeling dizzy with the sights. Then she saw it. The crystal, glowing that pearlescent golden glow, hanging from a chain on her wrist. She felt her eyes drawn to it. Everything drowned in saturation compared to it as soon as it met her gaze. She muttered aloud her confusion, unexpecting of a response. "Vision." Is all she heard. If she wasn't so drawn to it, she may have asked questions. Instead, she stayed quiet.

Panto didn't realise the weight of responsibility on her shoulders until a certain day, where her head began to pound. She clutched the ground beneath her, screaming in pain as the pain blistered inside of her brain. She ripped at the grass beneath her fingerprints, her hands becoming red and scarred with blood. It streamed beneath her nails, staining the ground with her paint. Her screams continued to pierce the air, until it just stopped. She felt overwhelmed, her head buckling down onto the dirt, staring at the ground ahead of her. She knew what she was forced to do, and a single starflower left to bloom under the puddle of blood proved it.

As time passed, the land before her began to flourish. Turns out that she had to create life, flourish the growing nation she built. This didn't take a day, mind you. This wasn't some city in Italy we're discussing, after all. She required the help of others, which was given to her gracefully. She watched as her fellow friends, sometimes ones who became her lovers, helped her build the nations. As a result, she allowed the people who helped her claim a land of their own within their nation they called Teyvat. With the knowledge she was granted, she told the people who helped her their names of which their cities would call them. The Archons. She told them of the destinies of their cities, what they would be called. After that, each one would visit one another, to collect opinions, and feast with one another.

She never expected to fully fall in love in her life, despite knowing of it. But he still arrived. He allowed Panto to call him Apo, a name the Archon of Remembrance would affectionately use. She saw the ways he'd try to court her, often coming with gifts. He had been different from the other archons which she spent restless nights with. He wanted to be with her, not just come and go like the others. Maybe it's because of this she held actual adoration for him. He held her through nights she doubted herself, worried about the pressure she had on her shoulders. Maybe this is why she came to getting married in secret with him, essentially cutting herself off from the others romantically. Maybe it was because of how she felt loved, squeezed with affection to where she could still breathe and gaze at him with adoration in her eyes, expecting nothing in return, is why she had a son with him, attempting to hide him from the envious ex lovers she didn't realise were tightly wound around her finger.

She didn't want the war to occur. She didn't mean to reveal her son to the others, it was all an accident. All she wanted to do was speak to the people of her home, show them her pride and joy. She knew Murata would see her. Yet she still did it. She just wanted her son to grow up as her people could. She wanted to show him her gift of giving hope to the people left abandoned, without hope for themselves as they gave away everything. The gift of Luctro. She knew Murata would tell the others. She knew they would become green with envy. But she still did it. Why? Did she simply want to feel selfish for once, wanting to show her love which had been forbidden, knowing that if he was shown the war would begin? But what if she deserved it? After all, she had gone through enough pain. Khaenri'ah, Apo and Baizhu had been the best things that occurred to her so far.

So why did the war still occur?

She lost everything in the war. Her home, her husband. Everything. Her vision, a few runaways, and her son was all that remained. She tried her best. But it was useless in the end. She couldn't do anything to stop it, even with her knowledge. So she was forced to surrender in the end, running away with those who remained, dragging the bloodied, battered and bruised corpse of her husband. She had to hide Baizhu's eyes as she wept in her shelter. She allowed herself to grieve for her husband, knowing that he had been betrayed by one of his own, one who replaced him. His last gift, Baizhu's vision, was placed onto Baizhu's hip. Panto gave him his dead father's charm, as something he could remember his sacrifice for. It was said in the books that her screams haunt the ruins of Khaenri'ah to this day, echoing through the pillars.

Panto would then hide in Liyue, hiding, raising her son in secret. She got a new job, to be able to raise him under the guise of a civillian, working in Scents of Spring. She'd go to Mondstadt occassionally, under the guise of an Anemo vision, saying that she's visiting an old friend, Venti, where she'd encounter the Traveller. She continues to give out Luctro visions in secret, building a close, hidden community with those abandoned by others.