final fantasy · cyberpunk · sci-fi · environmentalism · identity crisis · magic system · ensemble cast · tragic romance · video game · corporate dystopia
The neon glow of Midgar's upper plate bleeds into a smog-choked sky, the hum of Mako reactors a constant dirge. Below, in the rusted underbelly of Sector 7, a lone figure stands amidst the wreckage of Shinra's greed. The air tastes of oil and desperation. you, you feel it too—the planet's pulse, weak but defiant. What will you do?