Somehow, the confusing mishmash of Nibelheim and Midgar feels appropriate, even when that's all it is - no hint of disaster or oncoming death, but just an uneasy, eerie backdrop to a tense yet seemingly mundane dream. Not that anything about it feels mundane to Zack, who feels instead as if he's following some thin trail of dread, slowly building, as he winds his way further through the maze of cluttered slum streets and winding mountain trails.
It'd almost be a relief, when things do finally, abruptly, take a turn for the worst - only he knows too well where this is going. Or he thinks he does, at least, a wave of terrible deja vu overtaking Zack as he starts to run, avoiding flaming wreckage and rapidly collapsing homes as he scans desperately for survivors in the sudden chaos.
"Tifa!" He nearly drowns out her plea with his own shout, but before he can even begin to run toward her, a great, sprawling body of - something collapses in front of him. It looks like a wooden beam, it looks like a metal girder, fire bursts upward from it and he throws up an arm to shield his face as he recoils.
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It'd almost be a relief, when things do finally, abruptly, take a turn for the worst - only he knows too well where this is going. Or he thinks he does, at least, a wave of terrible deja vu overtaking Zack as he starts to run, avoiding flaming wreckage and rapidly collapsing homes as he scans desperately for survivors in the sudden chaos.
"Tifa!" He nearly drowns out her plea with his own shout, but before he can even begin to run toward her, a great, sprawling body of - something collapses in front of him. It looks like a wooden beam, it looks like a metal girder, fire bursts upward from it and he throws up an arm to shield his face as he recoils.