Darkness clouds all of Spira. Pointless organisations with neither policy nor point stalk all of Spira spewing their filth, once noble characters are reduced to shells of their former selves. At the heart of the storm stand Yuna, Rikku and The Other One, the three masterminds of this violent, penetrative evil. Clad in nothing but a few elastic bands and spewing the sickening black smog now polluting all of Spira with its asinine triteness. On Besaid Lulu and Wakka peer up to the heavens, amongst the mountains near Gagazet Kimahri gazes forlornly at the horizon, in the deepest darkest reaches of the farplane Auron, Braska and Jecht grimace at the state of the living world, and at the world's core a long-since disappeared friend chains himself to The Door, all of them calling out in unison: "Save us."
Aeons away, in the dark, the legendary hero Shuyin puts on a pair of aviators, sticks a cigar between his lips and sets off into the maw of hell in a desperate quest to save all of Spira from its greatest enemy yet: itself. This is the recording of his most valient journey.