Peace... A rare thing in Eorzea. But he hoped what Chell offered was true. The countless lost to Bahumt's wrath deserved that much at least.
As one memory flowed into another, images of another sort of fire in the sky took their place. Fireworks bursting in the starry sky above the Twelveswood, new fleeting constellations painted in every color. Blossoms and starbursts and showers of light, there one moment, gone the next. And people watching on the ground below in bittersweet remembrance. The Rising, he identified it. An annual festival to commemorate those lost to the Calamity... and to symbolize Eorzea's rebirth from its ashes.
"Though the continent be forever changed, life does go on," he said thoughtfully. "And so must we. Though whatever may come for Eorzea in the future, I won't be there to see it. Which is likely for the best."
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Date: 2025-06-03 02:27 am (UTC)From:As one memory flowed into another, images of another sort of fire in the sky took their place. Fireworks bursting in the starry sky above the Twelveswood, new fleeting constellations painted in every color. Blossoms and starbursts and showers of light, there one moment, gone the next. And people watching on the ground below in bittersweet remembrance. The Rising, he identified it. An annual festival to commemorate those lost to the Calamity... and to symbolize Eorzea's rebirth from its ashes.
"Though the continent be forever changed, life does go on," he said thoughtfully. "And so must we. Though whatever may come for Eorzea in the future, I won't be there to see it. Which is likely for the best."