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(An imagining of the transition from Final Fantasy XI to Final Fantasy XIV) The world was reborn, and so were we.   The gods, in their wisdom, had collapsed existence and in one great clap of energy, reformed everything at once. Or so it was said.   What resulted was confusion. In my core, I remembered an image of myself, but when I looked at my reflection, the tall, slender, confident Elvann was replaced by someone small, cat-like, Miqo’te and feral.   The world was different too, but familiar. Water, sky, plants and earth. Buildings filled the cities with the appearance of being there for centuries. It was a ready-made habitat for the pets of the gods, or so it felt to me. Most adapted cheerfully. Some didn’t seem to even notice. I remembered and mourned.   Everyone had a new appearance, some more so than others. Cid was still identifiable as Cid and his same self at the core. Some, like me, were unidentifiable as the woman I had been before, except for my voice. It was still mine