I totally forgot about this plotpoint and how it was supposed to be put in before Riku left, but so many chapters ended up flowing into one another that these ideas probably would have ended up out of place. This leads into certain events already hinted at/gone over in Dandelions to Vulpes and (Pre)Darkness to Sky. I also have adjusted AO3's fic order to reflect what I've concluded on my FFnet profile. I'm sorry I'm such a mess with this series. X,D,X You can more than believe I had no proper outline for this whole thing, but I've never written a series, so here we are.

This chapter isn't in chronological order.

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Reunion

Aerith hummed as she tended to the flowers in her backyard. Caring for flowers had always come to her naturally as they spoke the secrets of the Worlds, sung sweet melodies of distant pasts in her ears.

The Worlds hummed with Streams of Life. As Radiant Garden had come ever closer to its end, despite the fear around her, she was unafraid. She already could feel the World's life bleeding out of it. So when the Shadows had come, as she watched some of the kids try and fight them off with more than sticks, she had grabbed them.

The flowers Guided her, as she plucked Leon and Yuffie from their fights, their Hearts shining bright. An older man she had seen around town became a vivid image in her mind as a kind woman's voice urged her. Find Cid, he'll know what to do!

The gruff looking man with a cigarette worn between teeth with goggles on his head, a spear in hand as she (they?) traveled and fought together(?).

The three children stumbled into the hangar as the man swiped at the terrifying creatures with his weapon. He barely noticed them before she shoved him towards the strange vibrantly colored ship behind him, "Cid, we have to go now!"

Memories were driving her (them).

Cid nodded as he scooped Yuffie up and took them along.

They blasted off, a rough first flight for the strange (Gummi) ship. They flew, their vessel unstable as a refuge slowly came into sight beyond the endless space in between.

Traverse Town

The four of them lived there for ten years. King Mickey arrived one day and told them to be on the lookout for a Keyblade Wielder and his vassals, Donald and Goofy.

Aerith sighed as she settled on her haunches, looking up towards the sky as she enjoyed the day's weather. She laid her hands in her lap as she took a short break from her gardening.

'Sora…'

Her green eyes dimmed slightly as she ruminated on his whereabouts. Knowing they hadn't Forgotten him was a tiny comfort that gave them Hope that they would find him again, but it was hard to wait and wonder.

She looked down at her hand, lifting it as she made as if to grab ahold of something.

Aerith closed her eyes and stretched out her arm in front of her. I don't remember you…. But do you remember me?

A weight finally came to her hand. It was a lost comfort that felt right.

She opened her eyes and smiled, warmth filling her as she carefully stood and dusted herself off. She then grabbed hold of the staff that had finally come to her call with her other hand, holding it as if it were an old friend.

She hummed as she swayed with the weapon, an energy buzzing through it and her as something that had always been there finally found its conduit.

Mythril Rod

It was a strangely comforting weapon, as if it had been with her forever. The flowers sang a quiet melody as she looked out to the horizon while a soft breeze caressed her, Magic flowing through her stave and blood.

I miss that steel sky…

She shook her head as Memories that were hers and not intruded.

It had taken some time, but Aerith had learned how to process the visions she sometimes saw. Intrusive thoughts from lives past.

Water also sang Melodies to her, but she tried to avoid staying too long by bubbling springs as those intrusive Memories brought on the feeling of death, of sinking, and of reaching out to so many others.

Aerith breathed in deep as she spoke softly, "There must be some way I can help…"

The sun was setting.

Each day passed similarly to the next. A comfort after so many years in Traverse Town as it became filled with more and more people from lost Worlds.

She began to Pray.

It was a small thing at first. It wasn't that she had never done so (she had naturally always done so), but the direction and purpose had changed.

The vague Memories of reaching out to Others and soothing their regrets so that they could become part of the Greater Stream.

To gain the chance to Live again.

Her head bowed as she knelt in front of a tiny bubbling fountain she herself had put into place, it's purity nearly sparkling as she smiled at the small garden fountain. Flowers surrounded it, yellow and white.

Aerith closed her eyes with hands clasped as she knelt there as the sky went from sunset to twilight everyday.

'May we meet again in Reunion. Let Sora be safe, for all he has done for us.'

'Please let me reach out my hand to the one who can shelter him.'

'Let him find Home.'

Sometimes she would open her eyes and find Tifa or Cloud waiting nearby, even Yuffie had popped up on occasion.

She was always pleased when they came to visit her, old impressions leaving warmth in her chest.

They had joined hands in battle before.

Cloud, Cid, Tifa, and Yuffie had similar impressions of fighting together for a greater cause.

One day she had been out and instinctively bought a strange animal plush as she laughed sadly to herself, 'Red XIII…'

It was too difficult to describe to anyone, though Leon had also admitted to a similar experience as he traced the scar that had one day appeared on his face. A past memory placing the wound back where it belonged, as if his soul could not forget its source.

One day she was visited by three tiny fairies, The Gullwings.

Yuna, Rikku, and Pain had all been pulled to her by a strange force as Yuna cried out, "You're just like me!"

Yet, neither could explain just how they felt connected.

It took some coaxing, but the three fairies finally admitted to remembering a different life.

Yuna became strange when Aerith had summoned her Myrthil Rod, instinctively reaching out to it with a deep sad longing in her eyes before pulling back.

Aerith approached Ienzo one day as he took a short walk, The Gullwings flitting alongside her as she suddenly had an idea. "Do you have a way to contact Yen Sid?"

The young Scientist had been startled at her approach, though they were colleagues of the Restoration Committee. He pondered it for a moment before asking, "What for, if I might ask?"

The brunette smiled as she brought attention to the three Fairies beside her, "It seems they remember a different past like myself."

Rikku burst forward, startling Ienzo as she got up close to his face, "Yeah! I remember being an Alchemist, and making bombs, and awesome mixes, and tooling weapons, and hunting spheres and-Ghk!" Pain pulled her back by her scarf with an annoyed huff as Yuna more sedately flew close to him, "We remember being your size."

Ienzo's eyes widened as he got the jist, "So you wanted to see if Yen Sid knew a way to make you… people sized again?"

Rikku got out of Pain's hold and popped up beside Yuna cheerfully, "Yuppers!"

Ienzo chuckled softly as he nodded, "I'll put the word out, so behave."

Rikku slumped as she lost some height, "Aaawe, you say that like we steal stuff all the time…"

Yuna giggled, "Well, you always were good at Stealing."

The three fairies paused as Pain rolled her eyes and grabbed the two by their scarves, "I'll keep them in line."

Ienzo smiled, "Thanks." Aerith giggled as they flew off to wherever they ended up staying.

It took no time at all for Yen Sid himself to stop by, a rarity, but it seemed the Three Good Fairies simply didn't have the necessary Magic to deal with such complexities.

Aerith stood in an underground waterway with The Gullwings floating beside her. The Wizard looked them over thoroughly, humming to himself as he made his conclusions. "I see, and you also have such strange impressions?"

The brunette blinked, not expecting to be addressed, "Yes."

He hummed once more as he closed his eyes in thought, running his hand through his beard, "I see. The Worlds truly work in mysterious ways."

The four girls glanced at one another as he continued to contemplate.

"I understand, step back Aerith. I have just the spell to bring forth their previous forms."

Rikku gasped, "We-we're still gonna have Magic, and be able to become small, right!?"

Yen Sid smiled kindly, "Of course. These forms are natural for you on this side."

This side?

It seemed somewhat apt wording.

An easy wave and a flash of gold imbued the three girls. Their forms became gold balls of light that grew in size before finally dissipating into glitter, leaving behind three grown teenagers. Rikku whooped as she danced, "I remember this!" She threw her arms out in vague rapture, "Sand, oil, sun!" She gasped and slumped, "No airships…" She popped up, "But that Cid guy has the Gummi ships! I'd love to tinker with-"

Pain reeled her in again, a heavy sigh as a new and old familiar sword shifted behind her.

Yuna giggled at Rikku's antics as she hovered over her sphere grid. It was as if everything she remembered using before had returned.

She remembered long pink dipped sleeves, yellow obi, and purple hakama skirt.

Yuna clasped her hands and bowed at her waist to the Wizard, "Thank you, Master Yen Sid."

He waved a hand kindly, "I am glad to be of help to you. I sense great Magic within you three, though you most specifically." He looked towards Aerith, "You two are quite similar."

Aerith and Yuna glanced at one another as he continued, "You both have a strange connection to Life and Death. Whether that is a good or bad thing remains to be seen, but it is good that you have been able to regain lost pieces of yourselves."

The four of them were left a little confused, and yet they somehow understood.

They too had been on important adventures.

Aerith smiled sadly, "I've been using my Prayers to search for Sora, to try and connect with him."

Yuna slowly nodded, "That… yes. Would you mind if I joined you?"

The Flower girl smiled brightly, "I would appreciate the company!"

Rikku hopped with a celebratory fist pump, "I'll try to do what I can too!" Pain silently nodded, agreeing with the endeavour.

It was a start.

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He stood in a strange place where crystal clear water met picturesque sky.

Auron smirked, "Hmnph."

The Guardian had been more than glad when Sora had helped him leave the clutches of the Lord of the Underworld, Hades. At first he had thought that he might travel the Worlds as he had once before, but had quickly found himself unable to continue.

Auron could not put it into words, but somehow the World Order prevented him from living as an Unsent.

That was acceptable to him though. When it really came down to it, even in Spira those who had passed needed to be Sent so that they wouldn't become Fiends and harm the people.

Sin was a seemingly unending spiral that he had helped bring to an end.

Braska, Jecht.

What a strange and motley crew they had made. Yet, their sacrifices had paved the way for the next generation, even beyond his death he had been able to guide them as his Will carried him onward as an abomination.

Still, the life he had lived here, the sins he'd committed in this life.

The Story of his twenty-some years were strangely less poignant, perhaps even hazier than that of his first Story.

It was funny how meeting Sora and fighting alongside him had been one of the better moments of his (Un)life.

Sora reminded him greatly of Tidus.

Auron closed his eyes and breathed. How long would he have to wait in this strange World until he could begin a new Story?

Well. If there was anything he had learned, one could do nothing unless they moved forward.

So, he began to walk towards the horizon.

The daylight seemed endless, but all things must have an ending. So he persevered and made a new journey of it.

The sky's change was subtle as it slowly moved from day, to late afternoon, and slowly towards sunset.

It had been when he had finally reached night that he noticed a speck far in the distance.

His Heart couldn't help but soar with excitement, having traveled alone for so long.

At first as he traveled towards that small shadow in the distance, he wasn't sure if it was walking away from him or not. Thankfully though, it grew in size and became more distinct.

It was honestly unfortunate that his better eye had gotten injured once more in this life too, or he might have been able to distinguish the speck as a person some time sooner. Nonetheless, the moment he realized it was another solid person instead of those glittering Stars he ran.

Auron knew nothing could attack you here. There were no Fiends or Heartless to invade this place, so he was concerned that this individual was unconscious. Had they just arrived? What-

He took in a sharp breath as soon as he recognized the brown mop of hair. His clothes were different, denoting that some time had passed since they had last met, but it was definitely Sora.

Auron finally made it to the downed Keyblade Wielder, laying there on his back asleep. Deep dark circles were under his eyes in a form of exhaustion the Guardian couldn't even begin to fathom. Could living people really survive on this plane?

Was Sora dead?

He carefully knelt down on one knee by the teenager and placed a hand in front of his face. A moment of waiting and he felt the telltale puffs of breath denoting that he was alive.

Not well, but alive.

Auron's shoulders slumped as he breathed a sigh in relief, pulling his hand away as he laid it on his thigh. He looked around as he tried to determine where he had come from, but considering how Sora was sleeping, he must have also been walking forward, only to finally pass out backwards.

Auron shook his head as he pulled his left arm out of his robe and adjusted his sword. Carefully the Guardian lifted the tired teen onto his back and continued onwards.

Sora's warmth was comforting, having gone so long feeling nothing.

The brunette made random grumblings as he slept, causing Auron to smile with a shake of his head.

Another great expanse of time passed until Sora finally seemed to be waking up. He grumbled as he began to shift, causing Auron to stop in his travel.

"Mmphuh?"

Auron chuckled, "So you finally wake."

Sora jolted as he looked around before he realized he was being carried. He jolted forward, "Auron!?" The teen clamped his arms around his upper chest in an awkward hug as he burst into laughter, "It's been so long!"

Auron nodded with a smile on his face, "It has."

Carefully the Guardian dropped Sora onto his feet, the teen excitedly coming beside him with buzzing energy, "I've been alone here for so long! And! I can't believe you're here! How did you find me!? How long have you been in The Final World?! I had no idea where you went after everything with Hades!"

Auron chuckled as he laid his left hand on Sora's head to calm him down, "One thing at a time."

Sora flushed as he ruffled the back of his hair, "S-sorry."

Auron shook his head as he placed his left arm back into his robe, adjusting it accordingly after his clothes had shifted too much from carrying the teen. "I had arrived in this World some time after our last meeting, though it was day then." Sora nodded enthusiastically as Auron continued, "I had tried to traverse the Worlds before that, but the World Order prevented it, so after some time here I began to walk towards the horizon. Seeing as time is difficult to gauge here… I would maybe say it's been a week since I picked you up unconscious."

Sora balked at him, "Wait, seriously!?"

Auron nodded, "Seeing as I am dead, I do not tire the same way as the living."

Sora shuffled awkwardly, "Oh…"

The Monk smiled at him kindly, "Sora, though it may have different meaning here, would you take me as your Guardian?"

Sora blinked as he tilted his head, "Guardian?" Auron nodded as the brunette contemplated that. "Well, I don't really know what you mean by that, but more's the merrier!" He grinned brightly.

Auron chuckled, "You have something on you that resonates with me, though I'm not sure what it is. During my first Story, I traveled with two Summoners on different journeys. Since I am dead and cannot truly exist as I have due to the Order of the Worlds, perhaps I can somehow join your travels as… a companion?"

Sora tilted his head in confusion before thinking hard. What Auron was saying seemed kinda complicated, but then it struck him, "The Heartbinders!" He quickly rummaged around his inventory and pulled out a magical item. He frowned at it though as it seemed off. "Huh?"

Auron glanced at the item, "What is it?"

Sora frowned in distress, "It's... empty. This was my Ohana Heartbinder. I could summon Stitch with it…" He slumped, "I must have lost my connection after everything…"

Auron hummed, "Are they all like this?" He put out his hand and Sora gave the item to him to examine as he then went back into his inventory. He extracted four other Heartbinders. The Pride and Ocean Heartbinders also seemed to have gone dim and cool. The colors and symbols were still there, but it was as if they had gone to Sleep. Somehow the Pixel and Dream Heartbinders were still active, but they weren't as vibrant. It was as if their connections were hazy.

Auron handed the Ohana Heartbinder back to the teen as he contemplated. "Do you think you could create a new one?"

Sora blinked as he heavily thought it over, "Uuuuh, maybe?" He gave him an unsure smile as he rubbed his neck, "I wouldn't wanna mess up and hurt you…"

Auron chuckled softly, "Sora, I believe in you."

Sora balked for a second as he studied him, his confidence wavering before he nodded in determination, "Yeah. Thanks Auron."

The Guardian nodded as he closed his eyes with a slight bow of his head, "I pledge myself as your sword, to Protect you on your Journey, Summoner."

Sora gasped softly as Auron began to glow, as did he in response. A trickling of Memories fuzzed in the back of his mind.

A Dream. A City of dazzling lights. A sphere of water as shadowed people played. A man dancing in flowing robes as balls of lights floated into the sky singing hymns of sorrow. A great beast, a final fight.

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Sora gasped as the image of an empty Heartbinder appeared in his mind.

Shadowed Memories of men and women singing The Hymn as they laid in wait, Dreaming as Fayth.

Sora raised his hands as a new Heartbinder was created. Dark gold metal surrounding a crimson glass surface as the symbol of Mars appeared in its center while Auron's form dissipated in spheres of rainbow trailing light that sang as they sunk into the item.

It glowed softly for a moment as a new connection was made between Sora and this Heartbinder.

It was nothing like the past connections made. This felt far more personal and unique.

Sora breathed in deeply before sighing and holding the item to his chest, "Thanks Auron…"

The Guardian's voice rumbled comfortingly through his mind, 'It is my pleasure. Now, let us continue onwards. Hopefully there is an end to this place.'

Sora nodded as he looked towards the dark horizon.

It took some time, but the next time Sora collapsed from exhaustion, when he awoke, he found himself laying face first on cold and damp pavement.

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It was during a random planned sleepover that Roxas and Xion brought Naminé with them to Olette's house. The blonde was shy and nervous, but the Twilight kids were happy to have her along. They made an even set of three's, so the girls slept in Olette's room while the boys took the living room.

They had watched movies, played games, and did things the three past Nobodies had never really had the chance to experience.

Yet, as they slept Naminé felt herself falling into a familiar trance as she observed the links of Memory around her.

Gently she caressed each set of threads, links, and cord.

In the distance, she saw unique colors.

First was a black chain surrounded by a blue glow that seemed to have yellow flashes intermixed with it. When the Artist brushed her fingers along it, a flash of a blond teen with blue shining eyes and a tail came to mind. A girl with short black hair wearing a white puff sleeve top and yellow-orange jumpsuit with hands clasped.

The sadness of a short life as time crept frighteningly closer to an abrupt end as Black Magic burned away a manufactured life trying desperately to continue past childhood.

Her Heart ached in familiarity at Vivi's hazy hidden Memories as she released them.

More threads pulled at her in the distance as she moved forward. A strange silver cord with gold and black intermingled in the threads gave her a unique story. An Opera, an Airship, a habit of Gambling both outside and during battle. A silent grief of lovers passed, an adventure with others who had bested him at his own game.

Naminé gently coaxed those Memories from their locks as Setzer's image came to mind.

A silver chain caught her attention as orange-red and silver-blue cords loosely weaved around it.

Three friends.

Naminé brushed her hand across all three as their collective Memories brushed against her and were released.

A shared scar between broken friends in the rain, gunblades drawn in battle.

Three classmates working together for their goal, misguided as their leader goes rogue.

Seifer, Rai, and Fuu.

Their Memories strange and grating as the idea of Witches crawls down her back and makes her flinch away.

Naminé sighs as she returns to familiar threads. While the old hazy Memories of those beyond her immediate group may not be the most helpful in the long run, as those who had met Sora, she could only Hope it could still help their chances.

No matter how tiny and insignificant their interactions had been, anything that could be of help was welcome.

Naminé finally fell into true restful sleep.

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When Naminé was still adjusting to life, wandering Destiny Islands and taking her time drawing, she had noticed three kids in particular.

Riku eventually introduced them as his friends, Tidus, Wakka, and Selphie.

The three Islanders took to her immediately, and would hang around with her on occasion after school or outside of their respective work.

The one time Naminé met Tidus's father, Jecht, she was bowled over with such powerful Memories that she had collapsed.

It was then that she noticed their strange connections and hidden Memories.

As she floated in that strange abyss in sleep, she began to allow herself to use her Powers once more. She brushed against the ombre cord of light and dark orange as confusion swept over her.

Getting pulled under at sea, ending up in one hell of a messed up World as he was thrown in jail for blasphemy. Being picked up by a Summoner named Braska and a pissy Monk Auron to be the wispy man's Guardians on a grand quest.

He'd expected crowds and cheers for the end, but had instead found the ugly truth of the spiral of Spira.

What a shitshow.

Naminé pulled harshly away from the strange flush of Memories as she awoke to a wide eyed and pale Jecht, Tidus and Selphie curiously at his side as he clamped a hand on her shoulder, "What the hell are you?!"

She flinched as Tidus punched his father disapprovingly in the shoulder to release her.

The Artist rubbed her shoulder as Selphie stood beside her, "I… I'm not sure. Did.. did I hurt you?" Her heart thundered in fear.

Jecht slowly shook his head, "Nah, but…" He was uncomfortable as he glanced at his son for a split second, "Those were some freaky memories you dragged up." His gruff voice was shaky.

Naminé bowed her head with a frown, "Sorry, that's… that's never happened before when I've… touched someone's Memories. I've only.. Ever been able to connect with Sora's."

Jecht huffed, "Well, if they were there, they must've been from some other life." He shrugged, "Whatever."

Naminé blinked at him in shock, "W-whatever?!"

Jecht smirked, "Ain't got nothin' to do with me now, right?"

She slowly relaxed as she minded her fingers, "Right.."

The next time she hung out alone with Selphie Naminé hesitantly spoke, "I've noticed something about you, Tidus, and Wakka."

The brunette blinked as she tilted her head, "What do you mean?"

The Artist struggled for a moment as she fiddled with her pencils before she began to draw what she could feel from the girl. "It's like… you've lived another life. There's an Academy… uniforms, you still use your nunchaku, but you travel with others... " She frowned as she felt a tenuous connection to Leon in Radiant Garden.

Naminé kept that to herself.

Selphie hummed, "I… sorta think I know what you're talking about. Is it something like when you used your powers on Jecht?"

Naminé blushed, "I didn't mean to!"

Selphie giggled, "I dream a lot about things that happened in what feels like a different life, but the dreams bleed away over time and I forget all about it."

Naminé shrunk into herself slightly before turning shyly, "Would it… would it be alright if I tried to awaken those Memories tonight?"

Selphie tilted her head as she observed Naminé for a moment before slowly nodding, her eyes soft, "Sure, I'm up for it."

Naminé leaned against her, "Thank you."

Selphie nodded, "Is there a particular reason you want to try this though?"

Naminé sighed lightly, "I… my Power is control over Memory. I had always been under the assumption it was only Sora's Memory, but after I began to tamper with them I realized everyone's Memories of Sora himself were being tampered with. Since he's gone missing, I've been trying to figure out what I could do for him… and then I did that to Jecht and… it gave me an idea." She took a deep breath, "You, Tidus, and Wakka grew up with Sora, so you have a strong connection to him. Maybe in awakening your Past Memories, it can help us find him."

Selphie absorbed that before smiling as she stared out into the horizon, "That would be wonderful, if my Memories could help like that. It's a little bit of a stretch though…"

Naminé nodded, "Even still, any little bit helps."

That evening Naminé brushed along the bright green cord with white glowing around it.

The next day Selphie woke up with her old abilities, and a new set of nunchaku that she had favored from her past life.

Naminé then proceeded to explain to Tidus and Wakka her ability, and awoke their past Memories as well.

Tidus wept as he remembered the Dream, saying goodbye to Auron and his traveling companions.

His farewell to Yuna.

Their reunion.

Fayth, Dream!

When Naminé met The Gullwings in Radiant Garden while visiting Kairi, she was struck by their collective story.

She had brushed against their cords as well, and made the connection to not only Sora, but to their shared adventure in Spira.

Please grant prosperity, without end

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It had been a couple of months of what felt like futility as Aerith and Yuna prayed together to reach out to whoever could help Sora, wherever he'd ended up.

Yet, this evening the flowers urged them to continue into the night.

It was difficult, but she believed the flowers. Yuna also felt something pull at her.

They fell into a waking Dream, propping each other up as they reached further and further out.

Old Memories upheld them.

Yuna walked down a dirt road she had once before in a previous life, through lily-like flowers as pyreflies sang in the Farplane.

She held her beloved staff from her first journey as a woman appeared ahead of her.

Elation buzzed her blood as she came close to the teenager with black hair and blue eyes, strange ornamental cream, pink and gold robes.

Yuna's clothes changed to her Gunner Dressphere, as she tried to speak to her.

We Hope to find Him. The one who-

Yet the Dream bled away as she sadly watched the girl fade away along with the Farplane around her.

Yuna sighed as she finished her Prayer, her head bowed and eyes closed. 'The one who will find him…'

Yet she held tight to Aerith's hands as the Flower Girl continued her Prayer, the Dream they'd traced continuing into her Memories.

A Yellow flower clasped between their hands.

Aerith stood on a small outcropping under a steel sky, a house huddled into a majestic cliff-face of a past life.

She turned as the teen bled into her Dream, bewildered and faced away from her. Aerith smiled kindly as she held the yellow flower in her hand, 'So I was finally able to make a connection.'

The girl turned in wonder as she seemed to barely make out her words.

As long as they reached, it would be enough.

She stepped towards the ceremonial robed girl, 'We've been praying for him, that we would find him safe. If we've connected, then maybe you're the one that will help lead him home?'

Aerith stepped close to the other teen and handed her the yellow flower as the stranger took it in wonder.

'It's a flower that represents-'

Aerith and Yuna abruptly woke up.

The flower had left their joined hands.

Aerith felt tears run down her cheeks as she breathed out, "Reunion."

Their Prayers had been received.

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