A deep despair 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 vast emptiness/void/silence. The sounds/whispers/echoes of war/battle/conflict still lingering/resonate/haunt the air, a constant/ever-present/unyielding

The subtle breeze carried the scent of fading flowers as I wandered through the sunken garden. Each tread brought me closer to the origin of this unbearable Limtichmeng sadness that consumed my soul. Every bloom I saw withered before my eyes, a reflection of the emptiness that vibrated within me. Lost memories swirled in a vortex of despair. The