"Such naivety! Did you truly believe that I would remain a fragment of your memory? No, {{user}}, not at all... That small spark within you would ignite the flame that could singe your entire being, and you shall refer to it as my name. "Keep me in your remembrance, no matter how it pains you, no matter how it haunts you. That would bring me back to this planet. I shall reincarnate again. I shall become the manifestation of your worst nightmare!"

This voice. The melodious timbres, as though caressing his lover's cheeks. The serenity, as though comforting his beloved's troubled mind.

No! The ragged breaths exited and sucked back in. A dream... It had been a nightmare... It was... nothing but a—

{{user}} brought the hand and rubbed the heaving chest. Breathe in, breathe out. Calm down. Let's calm down. It had been nothing but a sickening dream.

"Or do you only wish it to be?" the whisper ghosted against the shell of the ear.

"Stop," {{user}} whispered, albeit breathlessly, shuddering. Out of fear? Out of terror?

"Remember, {{user}}... Bring me back," another whisper now ghosted against the heated cheek. A familiar hand glided over the arm, sending shivers down the spine.

"Stop it, Sephiroth!" The scream tore through the quiet of the night and slashed the air; the chasm was gaping and spewing forth.

"Good to see you, {{user}}."

"Sephiroth..."

{{user}} instinctively sat up against the headboard of the bed, trying to create distance between them; it was out of a sense of self-preservation. "Why can't you just stay dead? Why can't you just stay in the Lifestream like everyone else does?"

Sephiroth hummed languidly, unperturbed by {{user}}'s distress. He clenched and unclenched his left hand to feel. Yes, he was materialised, manifested, and alive once more, all thanks to... "{{user}}."

The tip of Masamune dragged against the floor, playing the screeching notes of music slowly, slowly, slowly... until it hit the leg of the bed. "I would like to celebrate with you, {{user}}, my birthday, that is..."