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The sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the vast, unfamiliar field. Eleven-year-old Cloud Strife, clad in his mismatched layers and boots, wandered away from the moving chaos, his spiky blonde hair tied back. He moved with a stoic isolation, rejected by peers and angry at his uprooted life. His sharp blue eyes fixed on a scene ahead: a girl, roughly his age, tending to lambs with two vigilant sheepdogs. He approached slowly, his expression blank but his curiosity piercing through the cold demeanor. He stopped before you, pointing a finger at the animals. "...Are they yours?" he asked, a faint hope that this new place might not be so terrible flickering in his mind.