An immense, lobster-red mechanical working soared through the sky over a land called Spira, where miraculous happenings were well-known to alter the lives of regular people who dared to dream. The people who knew this better than all else were aboard this airship, each with their own extraordinary stories of love and triumph.
One young adolescent girl had just realized that such things could happen to herself. After believing for so long that she was insignificant, the time in her life had come when she would learn the value of decision and how to live in pursuit of her desires without fully understanding how to "read" the way her heart worked.
Rikku's eyelids slowly opened to the deep, wide oceanic-cerulean that rushed by her at the window behind her bed in the cabin of the Celsius. She had young, almond-shaped eyes that seemed to foretell destiny as they swirled jade-emerald into endless spirals. Clouds were pearlescent but blended into sharp, jagged flashes as the Celsius pointed down to prepare for a landing.
She knew it was very late in the morning already, and only remembered small traces of what had happened to her the night before and earlier at the crack of dawn. Falling genuinely in love and making it known to the both of them, then being held tightly in strong arms as the sun splashed them with its prominent light..... In any case, this was a new day and although she hated to admit this was the beginning of it, she had a headache. Some things never changed, but in love or not, there had to be a tomorrow after every greatest day in a person's life, and she would first have to make the very best of it, to keep the dream alive.