A bitter despair washes over Limtichmeng as he regards the crumbling city/landscape. His eyes/gaze/vision drift/wander/fall upon memories/visions/fragments of joy/happiness/laughter, now replaced by a immense 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 decayed flowers as I wandered through the weathered garden. Each stride brought me closer to the source of this unbearable Limtichmeng sadness that pounded my soul. Every bloom I saw collapsed before my eyes, a reflection of the void that vibrated within me. Lost memories mingled in a vortex of despair. The