One wouldn't think a place like Midgar could be this cold, much less effected by such an intense level of snow and ice coating the once-lively city. The thick, winter sky above graciously littered the land in gentle, white flakes, resting upon layers of already-compacted snow on the ground, the buildings... and something else towering above.

On the highest section of the city, upon the highest building, rested a large black dragon. And from the layers of snow covering its prone form, it was safe to say the creature hadn't budged from that spot in ages. Feathered wings were tucked behind a spiked back, green eyes bright yet sorrowful, staring down at the crumbled memories below.

For half of his life, this city had been his home.

He'd fought for it, protected it... and now this very same city was destroying itself - the manifestation of the greed he'd been so ignorant to before. And now his friends were suffering from it as well, with very little a thing he could do. He rumbles lowly, shifting his head to the sky his spirit now occupied or was it the earth? the Planet could be both.

Little to his knowledge, there is a path of steel and rubble, leading to the structure above.

This dream is set on a beach with ruins embedded in the cliff that rose from the sand, cracked stairs leading up to a building above that's also falling apart.

Seira herself sits on the remains of a pillar, bare toes curling in the warm sand. The wind off the sea tugs at the grasses and her hair, seagulls crying above and the smell of salt fill the air. Despite the lonely nature of the setting, the young woman seems almost happy to be there.

It's home; or had been once upon a time anyway.

There's a ragged photograph clutched in one hand, and she looks at it with a nostalgic smile. "I guess...there's no going back, is there?" She asks, not expecting a reply.