A deep sorrow washes over Limtichmeng as he observes the ruined city/landscape. His eyes/gaze/vision drift/wander/fall upon memories/visions/fragments of joy/happiness/laughter, now replaced by a overwhelming emptiness/void/silence. The sounds/whispers/echoes of war/battle/conflict still lingering/resonate/haunt the air, a constant/ever-present/uny

The subtle breeze carried the scent of wilted flowers as I wandered through the weathered garden. Each tread brought me closer to the wellspring of this overwhelming Limtichmeng sadness that consumed my soul. Every bloom I saw withered before my eyes, a symbol of the hollowness that vibrated within me. Hidden memories tangled in a turmoil of ang