[ As surreal as they are with the amalgam of buildings and landscapes manifesting by their imaginations, they are both lucid in terms of where they walk. They may choose to march forward or to remain still, to approach the unknown or not.
A hand raises, then gestures towards the street before them as if she may lead them. A wind stirs the signage and awnings of some of the buildings, and once more the misty, gentle scent of flowers wafts through the air. From the direction of the “ocean”, a few petals of blue dance in the wind towards them, but nothing more reveals itself. The unknown remains ever-present in this dream, both a promise and an ominous tension, and it builds like frost before daybreak. ]
The future awaits.
[ Whether that is her mother, the eerie green from before, or something else entirely, Tifa has faced her mother’s passing once. She can do so again. Somnus remains ready to catch her should she fall. The ocean is not real but instead a metaphor, that which is comprised of sylleblossoms… of a heart that does not give up. ]
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A hand raises, then gestures towards the street before them as if she may lead them. A wind stirs the signage and awnings of some of the buildings, and once more the misty, gentle scent of flowers wafts through the air. From the direction of the “ocean”, a few petals of blue dance in the wind towards them, but nothing more reveals itself. The unknown remains ever-present in this dream, both a promise and an ominous tension, and it builds like frost before daybreak. ]
The future awaits.
[ Whether that is her mother, the eerie green from before, or something else entirely, Tifa has faced her mother’s passing once. She can do so again. Somnus remains ready to catch her should she fall. The ocean is not real but instead a metaphor, that which is comprised of sylleblossoms… of a heart that does not give up. ]