[The sphere shows Aerith bundled up in her dress, looking up at her sphere as it hovers above her. It looks whole now, unlike the broken Holy materia it had resembled previously. It even has a faint pale-green glow to it. She looks around again, then up at her sphere.]

Does anyone know if I could find some scissors around here? Maybe doll clothes ( Read more... )

[She wakes up in the Library, staring at her hands. She glances up, her heart suddenly pounding and she's overcome with the sudden urge to cry. But not from fear or pain ( Read more... )

[When Aerith wakes up, it's in a field of lilies that stretch on as far as the eye can see in any direction. Her old wounds are gone, her hair's long and untangled, the tattoo from ShinRa is nowhere to be found. Her pink dress and red jacket look brand new, her braid held back by a crisp pink ribbon. She stands and stares at her hands, turning them ( Read more... )