This is my first-ever real drabble; one hundred words exactly (not counting A/N and disclaimer). I've decided to keep all of my short, drabble-esque FFX pieces here.

Disclaimer; I do not own any of the characters or placenames depicted herein, and I am deriving no money from this work of fiction.

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Spinning, cluthcing the Summoner's staff.. Sing softly, go not gently on the nightmares; Send them gracefully away.

No fire burns, no trumpet sounds, dancer of the dead; a silent song, a quiet farewell to see them on their way. Seventeen ways to kill a man, they understand; this is the way of the world.

...people die...

Sin is born from the shadows of the blackened dead. Tears disappear, scars do not, dancing over the water like a wide eyed messiah

Spira thinks that pyreflies are pretty.

Spira is still wrong.