An illustration focusing on The Pioneer. He is on his knees, having stripped his cape from his shoulders, unfastened his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it down to reveal the flesh side of his chest. It has jagged top surgery scars on it and is the side his heart is on. His goggles have partially broken away to reveal his brown eye, bloodshot in his panic. His robotic arm is outstretched, gripping the cracked reflection of Earth on the floor, as the reality of running away from his emotions overwealms him. This reality is reflected in images behind him, encapsulated within more smashed glass as if seen through his goggles. Kring is holding his hand in one with a soft, teary smile on their face. Their eyes are glowing gold. Red is teasing him in another, making a heart shape with her hands. A red butterfly flutters next to her, while a little pomeranian dog pants happily below. Beatrice, on the other side of the cavas, has her back turned to him and is gripping her arm while looking away from him angrily, also crying. Near her are three more snapshots: A nest of eggs, an open book, and a mirrored reflection of TP when he was younger, still with long, brown hair, makeup, and his former, gold prosthetic arm. Cracks and the shine of the mirror are covering his eyes. Opposite them are two images of Seb, one sitting on his hat and the other giving him a thumbs up. Above them is a second memory of Kring, dressed in formal wear and gripping the back of their neck as the thing attached bulges at their skin. They're smiling through the discomfort of it all. Finally, in the middle of everything, is Tydus and a blue sky. His back may be turned but his image is more distorted than any of the others around him. The brightness of the sky overwhelms the image, shining light onto The Pioneer's back as his face remains in shadow. Out of the cracks there are white orchids beginning to blossom, dropping bulbs and petals around him. There is a single petal on his head.
It's still you.
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