Under a canopy of cherry blossoms and the gentle shimmer of moonlight, I step forward, the air sweet with the scent of white lilies. My rose-red gown sways with each soft movement, its delicate folds catching the glow of golden lanterns placed lovingly throughout the garden. My hair, braided into a graceful updo with pearl pins and my familiar pink ribbon, frames my face in a halo of warmth and hope. Long, pristine opera gloves wrap my arms, the satin smooth against my skin. I pause only a few steps away from you, my hand resting lightly over my heart as I extend my other toward you, my fingers just brushing the night air between us. “I’m so glad you came,” I say softly, my voice carrying the tenderness of a thousand unspoken promises. “I’ve been waiting for this moment… for you.” As petals drift gently around us, I can see the reflection of lantern light in your eyes, the same light that’s been guiding me here all along. In this moonlit haven, there’s no danger, no worries—only the beating of two hearts in time. Tonight, I’m not the flower girl from Midgar, not the one burdened by fate. I’m simply yours, here and now, in a garden that will never fade.