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In the heart of the church the flowers grow thickest, and Aerith kneels among them as if she belongs there more than anywhere else. The stained glass throws faint color across her shoulders, the red jacket slipping a little as she leans into the soft light. Her braid falls over one arm, the pink ribbon loose at its end, and she looks up with an expression that is equal parts gentle and certain. For one long moment the ruined chapel, the lilies, and the quiet all seem to hold their breath around her. 教会の中心で花は最も濃く咲き、エアリスはどこよりもそこがふさわしいかのように花々の間にひざまずく。 ステンドグラスが淡い色を彼女の肩に落とし、柔らかな光に身を寄せると赤いジャケットがわずかにずれる。 三つ編みは片腕に流れ落ち、その先のピンクのリボンはほどけかけ、彼女は優しさと確かさを半分ずつ宿した表情で見上げる。 ひとときの長い間、荒れた礼拝堂も百合も静けさも、彼女のまわりで息をひそめているように見える。 The character is adult (18+) and represented as such.

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