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

The soft breeze carried the scent of wilted flowers as I wandered through the weathered garden. Each tread brought me closer to the source of this unbearable Limtichmeng sadness that choked my soul. Every bloom I saw collapsed before my eyes, a metaphor of the hollowness that resonated within me. Hidden memories swirled in a vortex of despair. T