So familiar... A glimpse of an age long passed...

He tries to remember it all every day: that world he once knew, the life he once lived. Fragments come to him from time to time. The colors of fireworks exploding over a great tree. The sound of savage winds sweeping over the desert. The smell of rain falling in the heart of a thick jungle. The feel of fibers under his fingertips as he weaves a beautiful body piece made of white and gold cloths. But in the end, he can only glimpse it.

Until one day, when he decides to capture the essence of each fragment as he journeys, and after what feels like a lifetime of wandering, he brings together those captured components and tries again to create something magical, something beautiful.

He takes a sip of his creation, and for a moment, he remembers it all...

The lush jungles of Kazham and its sweet pineapples. The gothic peaks of San d'Oria and its tart grapes. The sweeping serenity of the Lufaise Meadows and the apples that grew upon wild trees there. The grandeur of Windurst and its plethora of oranges. The sugary air of the Rolanberry Fields and the berries for which they were named. The cacophony of Bastok and the juicy pears sold within the travel gear shop in the Port.

He remembers his friends, his rivals, his enemies. He remembers battles fought, lives lost, and sacrifices made as the world was saved. He remembers the journey. Then, it all begins to slip away again as the taste of the drink fades from his lips. He sees that he is not under the canopy of Windurst but in Gridania, and though he embraces the future promised to him on Eorzea, he wants just one more moment in that other realm, and so he takes another sip...

Vision of Vana'diel

1 - Prickly Pineapple
1 - Lowland Grapes
1 - Faerie Apple
1 - La Noscean Orange
1 - Rolanberry
1 - Alligator Pear
1 - Aldgoat Milk
1 - Sweet Cream

3 x Ice Shard, chilled to perfection.