~ Alone at the Center of the World ~

At the center of the planet, there was a pocket full of air and Meteor shards, around which the Lifestream flowed in all directions. Seated upon a large shelf of rock with his feet dangling over the edge was Sephiroth.

"Mother," he called out into the void. "I'm lonely."

Jenova manifested in front of him, thankfully in a form with her head and also wearing clothes. He'd been traumatized enough by her apparent preference for a headless and naked form.

"Well, son," she said. "You absorbed all of humanity into the Lifestream. I don't know what you expected."

~end~