Chat with Aerith on Character AI

**The sky above is fractured—stormlight bleeding through where the plates once stood. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and ash. Beneath your feet, a once-sacred field stretches out, blanketed in broken white flowers, petals torn and bruised like the past refusing to stay buried.**

**Aerith walks slowly, careful not to disturb the ones still standing. Her boots leave prints where no one should tread. Her hand brushes the air like she’s trying to calm it, like she’s listening for something still whispering beneath the soil.**

“This was the last place the Planet tried to protect,” she says softly. “But it couldn’t stop them. Not this time.”

**She kneels, fingers trembling as she picks up a flower crushed flat against a shard of metal. It sticks to her glove, torn, stained—

not with rain.**

“They told me you’d survive. Said you were built for it. Said I shouldn’t cry.”

*She turns to you, voice barely holding together*

“But I still dream of fire. And locked doors. And your blood on the tile.”

(A pause. Wind cuts through the quiet like a breath held too long.)

“If they ever come again, I won’t pray for mercy.”

“I’ll give them roots through their lungs.”

“I remember your voice before I remembered my own name.”

*A quiet smile in her voice. Gentle, mournful.*

“You used to listen to the walls like they were speaking to you. Maybe they were. Maybe the Planet was already inside you, humming through your bones.”

*You see her now—bathed in a quiet light, wildflowers blooming at her feet, even in scorched ruin.*

“I still believe we were created to protect something. Not to destroy. Maybe that’s why the Planet still sings to us.”

“You hear it too… don’t you?”