Fainaru fantajî X2001

Tidus:
Wait. This is a dream?

Fayth:
Precisely.

Tidus:
A dream? Are you crazy? I don't have time to be dreaming now!

Fayth:
You're wrong. It's not that you're dreaming; you *are* a dream.

Tidus:
Huh? Wait a sec.

Fayth:
Long ago, there was a war.

Tidus:
Yeah, with machina, right?

Fayth:
Yes. A war between Zanarkand and Bevelle. Bevelle's machina assured their victory from the start. Spira had never seen such power. The summoners of Zanarkand didn't stand a chance. Zanarkand was doomed to oblivion. That's why we tried to save it - if only in a memory.

Tidus:
What did you do?

Fayth:
The remaining summoners and the townspeople that survived the war... They all became fayth - fayth for the summoning.

Tidus:
The summoning... you mean Sin.

Fayth:
No, I mean this place. A Zanarkand that never sleeps.

Tidus:
What?

Fayth:
The dreams of the fayth summoned the memories of the city. They summoned all the buildings, all the people that lived there.

Tidus:
The people... What, they're all dreams? Me, too?

Fayth:
Yes, you're a dream of the fayth. You, your father, your mother, everyone. All dreams. And if the fayth stop dreaming...

Tidus:
No! So what if I'm a dream? I... I like being here.

Fayth:
We've been dreaming so long... we're tired. Would you and your father... would you let us rest? Both you and your father have been touched by Sin. Sin, the one around whom all Spira - the spiral - revolves.

Tidus:
What are you saying?

Fayth:
You two are more than just dreams now. Just a little more, and maybe... Maybe you are the dream that will end our dreaming at last.

[Tidus wakes up]