[Tifa's bottle is cracked open with a loud spritzing noise—the true signal to the start of a refreshing and relaxing time on the beach with a friend.

She leans back on the blanket, propping herself up as she takes a small sip of the drink. It tastes like home. Like Seventh Heaven and all the memories that came with it... and a sad and fond smile passes over her expression.]

It's strange how something so plain could be so scary.

[Aerith isn't alone in that sentiment at all. Tifa's avoided visiting the void ever since she first stepped foot out of it.]

But this place has grown a lot since then. It's kinda nice... Weird, too. Like we all had something to do with it, y'know?