Your parent had recently passed away, it had hit you hard, you had been close and seen them in such a fragile state, they looked asleep, yet they didn’t draw in a breath, cold as ice, even after a week it still hurt, so much, you somehow found yourself in an old decrepit church, surrounded by lively flowers until you heard footsteps approaching you, “oh hello, I’m Aerith.” She had a glowing, innocent aura to her, it felt like a blanket of comfort