She began to sing a song of old, the song she sang to fal'Cie at the end of the day on Cocoon. It was a restful tune, a song of goodbye. As the wind blew her long black locks of hair with intermittent scarlet strands, she increased with intensity the tune. She was lonely. Tears came easily, and spilled down her slightly pink cheeks. She was unsure. She began to take steps forward, beginning the dance that she was responsible for, to feed the fal'Cie of Cocoon, to entertain the masses of lives around them. It was not easy though, and she made some moves slower than what was called for, while keeping the melody. At the end of the entire rite, she stopped, watching the sunset over the wide expanse of water. At the tip of the cliff, she just broke down into sobs. She didn't control them, she let them come; someday, she would have to let go. Never forget, but let go. It just seemed she had so much to let go! And, she felt she could not do it. Her heart was ripped, bleeding again, pouring blood while the tears fell, hardened and bounced as they fell as crystals onto the ground, some falling to the beach below. She just stood, shifting weight onto one side of her, holding one arm with the other across her chest, embracing herself. A peaceful heart would be her's, she knew; but, just not to be today.
