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unbridled_strengthThis seems to be a recurring problem, for her. Everything she knows keeps falling away, leaving her standing in the unknown. Small wonder that she can't relax enough to keep her head on a pillow.
She tries to be quiet, as she sneaks outside. It's darker than she's used to, as she makes her way down to the beach. She's still not used to how little light there is, outside of Midgar. But she can see the stars, and perhaps that's a fair trade. She stands in the shore, letting the thin waves wash over her bare feet.
She tries to be quiet, as she sneaks outside. It's darker than she's used to, as she makes her way down to the beach. She's still not used to how little light there is, outside of Midgar. But she can see the stars, and perhaps that's a fair trade. She stands in the shore, letting the thin waves wash over her bare feet.
