It's been a long time since I gazed out upon this world, upon the grime-streaked, dying city of Mithgar. The wind whips around me, stirring and grasping at my long silver hair, and I can smell the stench of life upon its breath. If I listen closely, I can hear my name whispered in the wind's chill depths. Sephiroth, the humans murmur, their ( Read more... )