A/N

Obviously taking some liabilities with Uldyssian here, considering that his very self was essentially sacrificed in the last battle of the Sin War. Guess that's poetic licence for you.


Memory

Those who remember, do not weep,

Over me, don't lose any sleep.

I'm with this world, all that you know,

From deep seas to mountain snow.

...

I bathe in sunlight from the sky,

With fish I swim and birds I fly.

From summer heat to winter's pain,

From springtime to autumn's rain.

...

Do not make a grave for me,

Do not stand and cry.

For I'm with this world always,

I did not truly die.