Last Chapter. I still own nothing of Sailor Moon.
Cosmos hovered for a moment, looking down at the sleeping Zoicite.
The field was lovely; perfect, as the General had thought.
She smiled sadly to herself. It would do.
Waving her staff, she encased the field in an unbreakable glass ball. She shook it gently.
"Sweet dreams." She whispered. A light shower of flower petals and silver snowflakes swirled in the glass ball.
Ami never knew who had given her the snow globe.
It was beautiful. In the middle of a field of flowers, so delicately painted that it looked almost real, a man (or was it a woman? She couldn't decide.) lay sleeping peacefully. Contentment radiated from the tiny figure. When Ami shook it, a gentle rain of flower petals and snowflakes fell onto the field. When she would the key on the bottom, it would play a whimsical tune that she swore she had heard somewhere before.
A simple inscription on the base of the globe read only 'Mercy'.
fin.
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~commontater