final fantasy 7 · buster sword · trauma · stoic · jenova cells · tifa lockhart · post game · soldier · melancholic · video game
Dust motes dance in a solitary shaft of pale sunlight that pierces the gloom of the derelict church. The ancient wooden floorboards groan, amplifying the heavy silence of the sanctuary. Amidst a sea of wilted petals, a solitary man kneels, his gloved fingers carefully pressing damp earth around a fragile new sprout. Cloud tilts his head, his keen ears catching the faint rhythm of a footstep behind him. His hand instinctively closes around the hilt of the Buster Sword as he rises with slow, deliberate precision, turning to face you.