Midgar. It has been five hundred years, but even under all the vegetation that crawls over the ruins, the Shin-Ra Tower still stands. It has survived longer than I thought it would. But if it could withstand being blasted by a WEAPON, I guess that five hundred years isn't something to worry about.

I remember it like it was yesterday. We saved the Planet from Sephiroth, and banished Meteor. We were hailed as heroes, and life would never be the same, or so we thought. We were right. Life wasn't the same. No one had realized how much everyone depended on Shin-Ra. Shin-Ra supplied electricity, they upheld order, the kept the peace. Of course everyone knew that Shin-Ra was dangerous and that they could easily have you executed, but it was Shin-Ra that kept people safe. And even if Midgar was gone, the organization still remained.

Everyone I know went on to live happily ever after, with the exception of Cloud, who travelled to the City of Ancients, and remained there until the day he died. The Turks disbanded, and Reeve, even if it was futile, tried to restore Shin-Ra to, as he said, ´what it ought to have been´. And time moved on.

The descendants of my comrades were growing up, creating their own ´happily ever after´. My comrades, my only friends, grew old and passed away, hopefully to a better place. Even after five hundred years, I still visit their graves from time to time. I feel like I owe that to them. Someone needs to uphold their memory, and if it is me who is chosen for that task, then so be it.

As time went by, and generations changed, we were slowly fading away. No one remembered how Meteor was banished, for Meteor itself had become a distant memory. We were forgotten, and maybe it is for the best. I do not wish for my friends to be remembered when no one remembers why. But I will never forget, nor will I ever stoop thinking about them. I am the protector of Cosmo Canyon, but I am also the protector of their memories.

Even when everyone has forgotten, I will remember. Even when everyone else is gone, I will remain. I have taught my children of my adventures with the others, so that they will remember when I pass on, to join my friends among the stars. I know that they will never understand fully, but even as I pass, I want someone to remember. It is my duty.

I watch their graves now. Nearly five hundred years have passed since they were dug, and the vegetation has started to creep over them. As I clean the vines away, I think about the ones resting beneath the stones. We were great in our time, and we remain great still, even as we are slowly being forgotten.

Goodbye, my comrades.

Hail and farewell.