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Final Fantasy XIV: A Realm Reborn

I close my eyes, tell us why must we suffer
Release your hands, for your will drags us under
My legs grow tired, tell us where must we wander
How can we carry on if redemption’s beyond us?

To all of my children in whom Life flows abundant
To all of my children to whom Death hath passed his judgement
The soul yearns for honor, and the flesh the hereafter
Look to those who walked before to lead those who walk after

Shining is the Land’s light of justice
Ever flows the Land’s well of purpose
Walk free, walk free, walk free, believe…
The Land is alive, so believe…

Suffer (Feel) Promise (Think) Witness (Teach) Reason
(Sleep) Weather (Sleep) Wander (Sleep) Answer
Sleep on

Now open your eyes while our plight is repeated
Still deaf to our cries, lost in hope we lie defeated
Our souls have been torn, and our bodies forsaken
Bearing sins of the past, for our future is taken

Mired by a plague of doubt, the Land, she mourns
(See what? Hear what?)
Tell us why, given Life, we are meant to die, helpless in our cries?

Witness (Feel) Suffer (Think) Borrow (Teach) Reason
(Hear) Follow (Feel) Stumble (Think) Wander (Teach) Listen
(Blink) Whisper (Blink) Shoulder (Blink) Ponder (Blink) Weather
(Hear) Answer (Look) Answer (Think) Answer together

In one fleeting moment, from the Land doth life flow
In the same fleeting moment
Thou must live
Die
And know

Final Fantasy XIV

Hydaelyn, a vibrant planet blessed by the light of the Crystal.
Amid azure seas, encompassing the westernmost of the Three Great Continents there lies a realm embraced by gods and forged by heroes.
Her name… Eorzea.
The annals of Eorzean history chart the rise of a succession of great civilizations, each one enjoying an age of peace-the Astral Eras.
To date, all have proven ephemeral.
In the year 1572 of the Sixth and most recent Astral Era, the northern empire of Garlemald amassed a great army at the heart of Eorzea, seeking dominion over all.
Rising in desperate resistance, the forces of the Eorzean Alliance met their would-be conquerers in the field.
Yet even as the battle raged, the lesser moon, Dalamud, was plucked from the heavens through imperial machination.
From its core emerged the elder primal Bahamut, who unleashed his fury upon the realm.
The devastation brought Eorzea to its knees, and the era to its end.
Five years have come and gone.
The light of life still shines upon Eorzea.
Man labors tirelessly to raise himself from the Calamity’s ruin.
The realm is forever changed, a stranger to him once more.
Yet heedless of what lies ahead, he shall press on, spurred by the promise of peace and prosperity.
Amid this period of great change, an adventurer arrives in Eorzea… one whose tale is yet unwritten.
May he ever walk in the light of the Crystal.