[Aerith's sitting in the cathedral, kneeling in front of the flowers. She's rubbing her hands together as if trying to warm them while she seems to speak to the flowers.]One month. An entire month, nothing. Not a face, not a name, and I was never the wiser. The marks are gone now, but why did I get them in the first place? Was it a punishment for ( Read more... )

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The heat is killing the flowers so quickly, I can't work on anything here at the new place. Not very well at least. [sighs, sets aside a garland wreath she was trying to weave] I'll probably have to do all of this at work where they can get refrigerated ( Read more... )

It seems as though the world likes to remind me that even I'm not immune to making mistakes. The last few days have been troubling, and I feel lost now that I'm apart from the Lifestream. It feels like there's nowhere I can turn to without making things worse, but despair never solved anything for the better ( Read more... )