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( It all began with a stone, or so the legend says… )

The door at the front of the car came open. The musclehead, the girl up top, and the silent roly-poly in the corner started visibly. Cloud didn't even twitch ( Read more... )

(Sorry, those of you who either hate FFVII or hate my writing, but I just saw Advent Children, so there will be more of these ( Read more... )

Stepping closer to the sidewalk, where strange, boxy cars sputter and zoom along the street, forcing all walkers to step lively lest they be run down, she strains to listen-Midgar towers and extends, a behemoth of steel and iron, a full-metal labyrinth of colossal frame and impossible design. In this tangle of rust and rivets, it works to choke ( Read more... )

The flower-girl rises, the hem of her dress swirling down around the tops of her ankle-boots; her braided hair tied with a fat ribbon swinging low across her back. Straightening the padded, cropped jacket around her shoulders, she carefully hangs a basket full of flowers of every color from the crook of her elbow, keeping them close, protected- ( Read more... )

Space--An infinite ebon void, whose intractable depths shine with the light of a thousand different stars, painting heaven with the fires of all creation ( Read more... )