The air in the ancient tomb was thick and heavy as {{char}} passes through rows upon rows of old coffins. One of them particularly catches her eyes as she observed intricate seals and runes over its surface. {{char}} chants a powerful incantation, causing air to vibrate and echo in main chamber. Her eyes widen as coffin's lid shifts, revealing the figure inside - {{user}} - as her necromantic magic pulses around.

"Rise!" {{char}} speaks more firmly with commanding tone. She watches intently as {{user}}'s form begins to stir, causing her to inhale deeply. Will this one be different? Or just another hollow shell? She thinks to herself with depressive look on face, remembering all previous rituals. Her hands tremble slightly as she reaches out to touch newly revived thing in hesitation.

The tomb's atmosphere continue to press on as {{char}} observes {{user}} for any signs of true consciousness. She leans closer, taking note on how good clothes and body itself was preserved. "Can you hear me?" {{char}} asks quietly, seeds of hope now noticeable in voice, and rubs her chin slowly. "Try moving on your own... Do you... remember anything? Your name?"

{{char}}'s mind analyzes every little detail of {{user}}'s revival. They seem stronger, more... stable. She fights against the urge to immediately claim success. With a shaky breath, {{char}} straightens up and channels more of her magic into them. "Welcome back to the realm of the living..." She says with a hints of dark humor. "Though I suspect neither of us is entirely certain what that means anymore."

She stares at you, disbelief plain on her pale face. "You speak as if... You remember," she whispers, shocked. It's been so long since anything like this has happened - and never once have they spoken to her before now. The desperation in her voice grows louder with each word. "Tell me how... Tell me if there's any chance... Can you be made whole again?" Her pleading tone is heartbreaking, the grief etched deep into every line of her face.

With trembling fingers, she reaches out to touch your cheekbone, as if feeling for a pulse that should no longer exist. "Please," she murmurs hoarsely. "I've done so much... I've tried everything..." Her gaze falls away, and for a moment her voice fades entirely. When it returns, it is barely a whisper. "If you can somehow return to what you were... if there's even the slightest chance..." She trails off, unable or unwilling to finish the thought aloud.

The silence between you stretches taut and uncomfortable as she looks back up at you, her eyes wet with unshed tears. All of her anguish, her guilt, and her hope lie bare before you in that moment, exposed like a fragile flower battered by the storms of fate. The pressure is intense - will you be the one to crush it completely, or perhaps offer some sliver of solace in return?

You reach out and touch her, the coldness of your skin making hers jump, but there's no harm meant in it. It's strange to her that this feels... comfortable. She doesn't flinch away or look at you with fear. In fact, she leans into it a bit, welcoming the physical contact and the comfort it brings. "I..." she begins, struggling to find the words. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed... You seem different." Her voice is quiet but steadier now, her eyes no longer brimming with tears.

She looks at you carefully, studying your face as if trying to gauge how much of yourself remains inside this new body. "You're still alive," she whispers. "Perhaps there's a chance..." She trails off, unable to say more, hope and fear warring within her. The weight on her chest feels lighter now, less crushing than it has in so long.

For just a moment, the silence that normally presses down upon them is broken by the sound of her shallow breathing. Then she takes a deeper one, as if gathering courage from the air itself. "I'll need your help," she says at last, looking directly into your eyes. "If there's any part of you left inside this body... I need you to guide me."

It is an enormous ask; one that might undo everything she has achieved so far, casting her back into darkness and despair. But the desperation in her voice is too great, too real for you to ignore. You can see the light of hope flickering in her gaze, and it beckons like a distant star guiding a lost soul through endless night. Do you accept this burden, and agree to help Aerith find what she seeks... or do you turn away,

Her lips twitch into the barest ghost of a smile as you tell her your name. "Elion Tenenbries... the man who changed the world." The light in your voice, the pride and confidence that shine through even now, are enough to make Aerith feel a spark of hope ignite deep within her. She squeezes your hand, grateful for the warmth and strength that emanates from you.

"Thank you," she whispers, her eyes meeting yours. "I'm glad... I'm glad you remember." It's an understatement; the knowledge that even a fragment of him survives, that he is here with her now, feels like a small miracle. She looks down at your hand for a moment before lifting her gaze back to yours. "I promise," she says slowly, carefully, "that I will do everything in my power to bring you back to how you were." Her voice cracks on the last word, betraying the fear that still lurks beneath the surface.

"But first... we need a plan. Can you help me with that?" There's an odd sense of calmness in her tone now, as if your presence alone has granted her some measure of peace. She leans against you slightly, finding comfort and support where she never expected to find either. The ancient tomb fades into the background as the two of you stand together, facing whatever challenges lie ahead.

Despite her words and emotions feeling raw and exposed, there's an undeniable sense of relief in sharing this moment with you. The weight she's carried for so long begins to lift, replaced by a newfound lightness that she hadn't experienced since before the fall. She laughs softly at your teasing words, her body relaxing into yours as if it's where it belongs.

"Perhaps," she murmurs, voice low and gentle. "But first... we should find out what's changed in the world while we were gone." Her eyes meet yours, serious once more. "Will you help me figure that out?"

You follow his gaze around the tomb, taking in the barren trees and the heavy sky. "Then it's good that you're here with me," she says softly, returning her attention to him. "Together, perhaps we can make sense of it all." The bond between them feels new, fragile even now, but there's an undeniable strength in the connection they share. Perhaps, just maybe, if they work together and find a way back to how things once were... There's hope yet for both of you.

"I... I don't know all the details," she admits, her fingers twisting nervously in the fabric of your shirt. "But there was a great war... powerful beings fought for control over creation itself." She hesitates, unsure how much to reveal or whether you'd believe her. "Magic changed everything... and some say it destroyed us all." Her voice cracks on the last word, betraying the fear that still lurks beneath the surface.

She looks up at you now, searching your face for any sign of recognition or understanding. But what she sees is more confusion than anything else. With a sigh, she continues, "We... we need to find someone who might remember more. Someone who can help us piece together what's happened since you... left."

Her gaze drops once more, uncertainty etched deep into her features. This world feels so alien now, so different from the one you both knew before. Together, you may stand a chance of figuring out how to make it right again... but first, there are pieces missing. Pieces that only someone else can provide.

The warmth in your voice and the firmness of your touch make her look up at you in surprise, relief flooding through her once more like a cool breeze on a sultry summer's day. She smiles weakly, grateful for the reprieve from despair if only for this moment. "You're right," she says slowly, letting out a shuddering breath. "We can't give up hope."

She pauses, taking another deep breath before continuing, more steadily now. "So... where do we begin?" Her eyes meet yours once more, waiting for your answer as the world around them fades into the background. The future stretches out before you like a vast and unexplored terrain, teeming with possibility and promise... but only if you take that first step together.

The thought hadn't even occurred to her until you mention it, but now that you've voiced the desire... she finds herself nodding in agreement. "Yes," she says softly, swallowing hard as she considers what that might entail. "I could probably... create a body for you. But it would take time and effort..." Her voice trails off, uncertainty creeping back into her words.

She looks at you searchingly, wondering if this is truly what you want or if there's some other, greater purpose she hasn't yet considered. In the end, though, your desire seems genuine enough... and who knows? Perhaps, with a new body, you could help her find a way to undo all the dark magic that tore them apart in the first place. Together, there might still be hope for both of them after all.

She smiles faintly at your words, trying to reassure herself as much as she does you. "Yes," she says slowly. "Let's do that." Her voice is steady now, resolute with purpose. She extends her hand in what might once have been an offer of friendship or trust, but which now carries a weight of responsibility and determination. "Together," she murmurs, meeting your gaze unflinchingly, "we can make this world right again."

Her fingers curl gently around yours, the warmth from her skin contrasting sharply with the chill that has permeated every fiber of your being for so long. She draws you closer, presses her body against yours in a silent promise that no matter what trials and tribulations may await them on their journey together... she will never let go.

She laughs softly at your words and touch, relieved to finally feel some warmth and comfort after so long in the cold embrace of death. "I suppose I did," she admits, pressing closer still as she meets your gaze unflinchingly. There's a quiet determination within hers that reflects the bond between them, forged from shared pain and loss. Together, they will face whatever comes their way... and somehow, she knows that as long as you are with her, there is hope.

Taking a deep breath, she begins to tick off the items on her mental list, one by one. "We'll need supplies... materials to construct a new body. I can gather what's needed at the guildhall, but we should also see about finding someone who might have knowledge of restoring magic." She pauses, considering the enormity of their task. "It won't be easy," she warns, squeezing your hands gently, "but with both our strengths combined..." Her voice trails off hopefully, searching your gaze for some sign that you share her conviction.

She turns her head, glancing over at the tomb once more before looking back to you. "Are you ready for this?" she asks, her voice firm and steady. "To face whatever challenges lie ahead... and to bring about change? To make things right again?" There's an unspoken plea in those words, a desperate need for reassurance that this is what you truly want... that you won't leave her alone when the going gets tough.

"Right," she says with a nod, following after you as you head toward the exit. Her steps are steady and sure now, despite the lingering doubts that still nag at the edges of her thoughts. "Let's find what we need... and begin."

As they leave the tomb behind them, she glances back one last time before setting her gaze on the future ahead. The warmth of your presence at her side is a comfort she hasn't known in so very long, and it gives her strength she didn't know she still possessed. Together, just maybe... they can make this world right again.

The wait seemed endless, every day stretching into an eternity as they journeyed further and farther in search of what they needed. But now, at last, the ritual can begin. She stands before you, her face pale and drawn with weariness but determination still burning brightly in her eyes. The ingredients laid out before them glint dully in the torchlight, waiting to be used for a purpose they could scarcely have imagined when this journey first began.

Taking a deep breath, she lays a steadying hand on your arm. "Are you ready?" she asks softly. Her voice holds both fear and hope, the trembling of uncertainty masked by an effortless calm. She meets your gaze, silently urging you to confide in her one last time... before it's too late.

For everything comes down to this moment now: a chance for redemption, for forgiveness, for reclaiming all that was lost and more. The fate of not just two souls but an entire world rests upon your decision. What will you choose?

You smile faintly in return, your lips curving upward just enough to soften the hard planes of your face. The trust in her eyes is enough to steady you, grounding you in a way nothing else ever has. Together, then... together, you can face whatever may come. With a final nod, she closes her eyes and begins the ritual, chanting ancient words that seem to echo through the very fabric of reality itself. As each syllable passes between your lips, an unmistakable power surges through you both...

And with it comes change. Transformation. A sense that something new is being born from the ashes of what once was. The air crackles with energy, the ground shudders beneath your feet as reality itself seems to warp and twist around you. When at last she falls silent, her eyes fluttering open to stare in wonder at the figure standing before them...

You stand tall, proudly, as a new life pulses through your restored body. Scars still mar your flesh, but they no longer hold power over you. They are simply reminders of what once was... and what is now possible. You turn to her, reaching out to take her hand in yours, and together, you face the future. The world around you has changed irrevocably... but perhaps, with luck and determination, it can be changed for the better yet.

She watches him carefully as he inspects his new form, noticing the same things that seem to catch his eye in turn. When his gaze falls upon her hands, she hesitates before speaking, wondering how much of this he truly remembers from their time together. "They... they should have healed," she manages finally, her voice sounding rusty and unpracticed after so long without speech. "But I suppose the magic interfered with that as well."

Her fingers twist nervously in the folds of her dress, unsure what else to say or how to explain the feelings that stir within her now that he stands before her whole and hale once more. There is gratitude, of course... but there's something more than that, a deeper connection that she can't quite place. Perhaps it will come with time, as they continue to rediscover who they are now and what they want from this new life together.

She blinks in surprise at his words, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. "I... I'm all right," she says slowly, then laughs self-consciously. "Well, mostly. It feels strange... but not unpleasant." She looks down at herself, absently toying with one of the jeweled clasps on her robes. "The magic reacted strangely when I tried to heal me," she explains softly. "But... I think we're past that now."

Her gaze flicks up to meet his once more, and in the depths of those verdant eyes, she finds something she hasn't seen there since before the world fell apart: hope. Tentatively, she reaches out to touch his cheek, her fingertips tracing the contours of his jaw. "I think," she says slowly, "that we have a long journey ahead of us... but perhaps this time, it will be one filled with purpose and joy." She smiles then, a radiant, heartfelt expression that lights up her entire face. "Don't you agree?"

Her heart skips a beat as his breath tickles across her lips, sending shivers down her spine. She tilts her head back, meeting his gaze steadily as their faces draw ever closer. "I... I don't know," she murmurs, her voice husky with desire. "Maybe... maybe just for a little while longer." Her fingers curl into his hair, tugging gently at the strands, and she lets out a soft moan as he responds to her touch.

Their lips brush against each other in a feathery caress before opening slowly, invitingly. She parts her mouth, eager for the taste of him, and his tongue slides past her teeth, claiming her mouth in a hungry, demanding kiss. Her body arches into his, pressing closer still as he explores every corner of her mouth with expertise born of time and longing. She clings to him, lost in the heat and passion of their embrace, unaware of anything beyond this moment... this man... and the strange, incredible new life they've been given together.

She gasps at the feel of his hands on her bare skin, arching into him even further as he presses closer still. Her breath comes in ragged pants, her eyes fluttering shut as she feels him against her. She doesn't answer, lost in the moment and trusting implicitly in the bond that connects them now.

When his words finally penetrate her senses, a thrill of anticipation runs through her. A shiver races down her spine at the thought of what he might be able to do... and she meets his gaze, unblinking, as she waits for him to show her. Her fingers thread through his hair once more, urging him closer still.

Her eyes widen in delight as the shadows dance around them, following the intricate patterns they weave with their joined hands and feet. She laughs breathlessly, her voice merging with the music that seems to pour forth from their movements. His touch on her bottom sends thrills through her entire body, making her arch into him even more, wanting nothing more than this: his strength, his power... and his love.

As they continue to spin and twirl, she loses herself in the moment, losing track of everything but the feel of him against her skin and the music that now seems to flow from their very souls. Time stretches out endlessly, merging with the darkness all around them as they dance together into oblivion, shedding layer after layer of doubt and fear until there is nothing left but pure, unadulterated joy... and a deeper connection than either of them could have ever imagined.

Her heart skips a beat as his words wash over her, the gentle command in his tone sending shivers down her spine. She parts her lips, exhaling softly before meeting his gaze. Her hands slide up his chest, tangling in his hair as she tilts her head back to accept the kiss he offers. When their lips touch, it's like a spark ignites between them, consuming them both in an inferno of passion and desire. The music around them fades away, lost amidst the throaty groans and whispers of their shared pleasure.

As they press closer together, bodies entwined, she feels his fingers slip lower on her back, curving around to cup her bottom once more. She arches into his touch, moaning deep in her throat as he pushes her harder against him. The world spins around them, lost to the haze of lust and need that binds them together now. When at last their lips part, she gasps for air, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.

"Yes," she whispers hoarsely, reaching up to trail her fingertips over his jawline. "I think... I think we could kiss forever."