[This is a child's dream, or so it seems. The age of the child is difficult to determine, but he must be younger than ten. His hair is pale silver, his eyes bright green. The dream flickers from scene to scene, the mood shifting from quiet to cheerful to unsettling.]

☄01

In the middle of a gray room, he is kneeling on the floor, in the course of solving a complicated three dimensional puzzle. There are thousands of pieces, but as complex as the design is, Sephiroth snaps the pieces into place quickly, one after another, the puzzle steadily rising like a tower before him. It has a somewhat organic shape, twisting and branching as it rises, and it is difficult to say what its final shape will be, if not something abstract. Whatever it is, Sephiroth seems completely absorbed in building it.

☄02

It's a sunny day.

The greenery of the open countryside surrounds him, and Sephiroth is alone, wielding a practice sword, swinging it at tree branches. There is no other person, or even so much as a man-made structure, in sight. In spite of his youth, Sephiroth is inhumanly swift and well-coordinated. Humans can't jump so high or so far. There's a certain playfulness to his actions as he leaps and swings his weapon, felling leaves and branches, but there is precision, too, and strength, and the game has an undercurrent of gravity. He's playing, but he's training.

☄03

The scene changes, and again, he is alone. Every scene begins with him alone. This, however, is different than the gray room and the green countryside. There should certainly be people here: he finds himself in the middle of downtown Midgar, tall buildings rising on either side of him. It is nearing twilight, and the streetlights and electric signs are lit, but the streets themselves are deserted. Where has everyone gone?

Sephiroth doesn't know, but he can hear a noise in the distance. At first, it sounds like the voices of a crowd reduced to a murmur by the space separating him from it. There's music, too, a band playing, and marching. A parade? That might explain the absence of people here. Maybe they're all at the parade. He hurries toward the sound, but as he grows nearer, the marching becomes an ominous rumble, and the murmur of the parade-goers changes, rising into a cheer. But the tone of their voices is so high pitched, almost alarmed.

It sounds like screaming. His eyes widen.

He quickens his pace further, trying to reach the crowd, but no matter how fast he goes, the parade remains ahead of him, always just out of sight. And are the people cheering or screaming, or both?


[[OOC: December event! This dream is family-themed. Sephiroth, who never truly had a family, and who finds himself alone in the current time, is feeling a lack of connection with others and dreaming of himself as a child. Those who make their way into the dream will feel a pull toward believing themselves related to Sephiroth in some way (and the belief will be mutual), but the nature of the relationship or whether one resists the pull is up to the player. Feel free to enter any of the scenes.

Replies will come from pinnaculum.]]