Final Memories of Aeris Gainsborough

Alone within the Crystal City
Waiting for his return again
I hold this gem within my palms
Silently praying to call the One

A gust of wind flows through my hair
As a pale, green glow surrounds me
As it radiates from the Holy Gem,
The White Materia

Then suddenly, he reappears
And his long, slender blade shining bright...
As he comes near me,
The eyes that sear me,
Can he be the one?

Sephiroth...

~Ramza the Silverbolte