'rarely is it a good idea to bet with the feywile's folks, even rarer is it a good idea to win through sheer luck.
as such when a certain Fey proposed to put on the table the bet of some 'perspective', it should have been obvious their vague wording hid devious schemes.
and what trick than to open a mere mortal to the crushing size of the universe, enlighten them to the dance of orbitals and the perpetual rotation of celestial bodies hurling themselves into a void formed by a primordial sound still echoing in the recess of the unknown by countless times making one's existence insignificant.

what was not accounted for however by the now blinded fey was for a lowly being daring to call themselves a bard of good tastes to delight upon this cosmic dread, to observe and extract from it the hidden beauties reserved to feyfolk alone and for that bard to find contempt and satisfaction in her newfound... perspective.'

aaand there you have it with this bard of creation, character now belongs to  Sasco