In the heart of wilderness, there's a weathered church, a forgotten haven where time stands still. Its peeling paint and creaking pews tell tales of bygone days. Within those sacred walls, I find solace, and in the silence, memories of a girl I love come alive. The whispers of prayers and the gentle laughter intertwine, creating a sanctuary where the earthly and the divine converge. This small chapel... my Ecclesia.

Fan-art of FFVII.

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