[Those words seem enough to do something to the dream... The fog lightens, and from it emerges an unexpected sight. Bits and pieces of a city, or a part of it, have formed. Places that this Tifa doesn't yet recognize as sections of the Sector Seven slums—namely, a bar named Seventh Heaven, a couple of shops, and an apartment building in the back. All of them are misplaced and don't look like they belong there at all, and Tifa stares at them in awe.]
Do you know any of these places, mister?
[If Somnus looks closely, he might recognize, off in the distance, pieces of his own memory as well, the dream reaching into his and plucking out anything that it can to fill in the blanks...]
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[Those words seem enough to do something to the dream... The fog lightens, and from it emerges an unexpected sight. Bits and pieces of a city, or a part of it, have formed. Places that this Tifa doesn't yet recognize as sections of the Sector Seven slums—namely, a bar named Seventh Heaven, a couple of shops, and an apartment building in the back. All of them are misplaced and don't look like they belong there at all, and Tifa stares at them in awe.]
Do you know any of these places, mister?
[If Somnus looks closely, he might recognize, off in the distance, pieces of his own memory as well, the dream reaching into his and plucking out anything that it can to fill in the blanks...]