A thousand years ago, there was once a city that was once these ruins. Hard to belive, since all that is left is rubble, and only one edifice standing. But I assure you all of this is true, for look at the evidence here. The crumbling walls, and oh there are too many pyreflies to count. Once, long ago, it was magnificent! You believe Machina is the root of all destruction, but take a look at your Praetors in Bevelle, look at what yevon has let come to pass. This rubble, was once Zanarkand, and it was Bevelle's Machina that destroyed it!
Once, there was a stadium, there were men and women of diffrent races. It was a city that never slept, ah, but I guess Zanarkand still never sleeps. For the souls of the long departed still linger here. Can you not see them? Surely you can, for they are everywhere! They long to go home, they long for the farplane, yet...they can't let go of the memories.
No one really ever comes here anymore, except for summoners who think they can defeat sin. Sin wasn't something that came about to punish us for whatever wrong we may do in life. Sin just is, and Sin can be defeated...The right person just hasn't come along yet. But, we still wait for our Eternal Calm. There is always Hope, when it seems like you have nothing left. If you belive, then it can come true.
I know a lot of this place. It is where I live, belive it or not. How could someone live in a place such as this? It is rather hard, I shall admit that. I cannot rebuild alone, I know this, but to be able to search though ruins and find long lost artifacts, to hold history in your hands is something I honestly can't describe, but the feeling of knowing that this once belong'd to someone...Hopefully I can send them home. Hopefully I can learn their stories,and retell them, so that they may rest.
Before I came to be here, I was able to bring only one posession, I chose my piano, so that I may not be alone in this God forsaken place. The music I play tends to drone out some of the strange sounds that can be heard around here. Most stay away from the Music, though Some of the pyreflies still do scare the hell out of me. To live here, you have to be strong, not just physically, but of mind as well. Living with Ghosts, no matter how friendly they are, can really start to get to you. Especially when you are going at it alone,not to mention those who have turned to fiends, because of their jealousy of human life.
I could never understand the jealousy for human life. Perhaps those who were once alive, never appriciated it, until it was gone. Perhaps now they long for the life they took for granted. Even, I see, Summoners come back as fiends. Though it does not surprise me. To lose one's life, hoping that it would be the last of Sin, only to find out that it meant nothing. The Calm only lasts for so long, and now it seems that it is Sir Jechts turn. As he was the Final Aeon that Braska had chosen. Not many people know that little fact, and I was never there to see it, but I, Tanith, know of it.
Once, there was a stadium, there were men and women of diffrent races. It was a city that never slept, ah, but I guess Zanarkand still never sleeps. For the souls of the long departed still linger here. Can you not see them? Surely you can, for they are everywhere! They long to go home, they long for the farplane, yet...they can't let go of the memories.
No one really ever comes here anymore, except for summoners who think they can defeat sin. Sin wasn't something that came about to punish us for whatever wrong we may do in life. Sin just is, and Sin can be defeated...The right person just hasn't come along yet. But, we still wait for our Eternal Calm. There is always Hope, when it seems like you have nothing left. If you belive, then it can come true.
I know a lot of this place. It is where I live, belive it or not. How could someone live in a place such as this? It is rather hard, I shall admit that. I cannot rebuild alone, I know this, but to be able to search though ruins and find long lost artifacts, to hold history in your hands is something I honestly can't describe, but the feeling of knowing that this once belong'd to someone...Hopefully I can send them home. Hopefully I can learn their stories,and retell them, so that they may rest.
Before I came to be here, I was able to bring only one posession, I chose my piano, so that I may not be alone in this God forsaken place. The music I play tends to drone out some of the strange sounds that can be heard around here. Most stay away from the Music, though Some of the pyreflies still do scare the hell out of me. To live here, you have to be strong, not just physically, but of mind as well. Living with Ghosts, no matter how friendly they are, can really start to get to you. Especially when you are going at it alone,not to mention those who have turned to fiends, because of their jealousy of human life.
I could never understand the jealousy for human life. Perhaps those who were once alive, never appriciated it, until it was gone. Perhaps now they long for the life they took for granted. Even, I see, Summoners come back as fiends. Though it does not surprise me. To lose one's life, hoping that it would be the last of Sin, only to find out that it meant nothing. The Calm only lasts for so long, and now it seems that it is Sir Jechts turn. As he was the Final Aeon that Braska had chosen. Not many people know that little fact, and I was never there to see it, but I, Tanith, know of it.