The confines of the chamber felt stifling, the weight of anticipation pressing down on Ophelia's shoulders. She decided to step outside, feeling the need for a breath of fresh air to clear her mind. As she walked through the grand halls of Archer Manor, the familiar surroundings seemed to close in on her, echoing with the silence of unresolved questions.
Zephyros, sensing her emotional turmoil, offered a mental presence of support. [You're doing well, Ophelia. Facing the unknown is never easy, but you're strong.]
Ophelia managed a small nod, grateful for Zephyros's comforting words. The daylight streaming through the windows seemed to illuminate the path ahead, a symbolic representation of the clarity she sought.
She found herself in the expansive gardens of the manor, a place that had once been her solace. The vibrant colors of blooming flowers and the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze provided a stark contrast to the intensity of her emotions.
