The bar’s front door creaks open.
The bar is quiet. A repaired neon sign hums softly, casting a faint cobalt glow onto the muddy street. The sky is a bruised purple-orange, the permanent scar of the Meteor crisis still visible in the strange sunset.
“She is not waiting for a hero. She is building a home.” Flash CG FF7 - Tifa -20 years old- english translation
She flinches. Sets the mug down with a small clink .
Tifa’s hand adjusting the jar. The scar catches the light. The bar’s front door creaks open
It’s not a customer. It’s Marlene, age 8, holding a handful of wildflowers that look like blue feathergrass.
A quick, stuttering flash of green light—Mako green—flickers in her left eye. Just for a frame. Then it’s gone. The sky is a bruised purple-orange, the permanent
Then the frame fades to the title card in soft, glowing letters: