10 Years Ago, Year 159 of Thornton.
Ingrid sat on the bay window of the second floor, her silver hair flowing freely like strands of moonlight. She hugged her knees close to her chest, watching the vibrant garden below bathed in the soft hues of the afternoon sun. Her plain white dress, with its high neck and long sleeves, seemed to blend with the purity of the surroundings.
Katarina, adorned in a graceful gown with intricate floral patterns, approached with perfect posture. Her eyes softened as she observed Ingrid, a mixture of concern and affection in her gaze. "My dear, don't you want to go out?" she gently inquired, her voice carrying the warmth of a motherly figure.
Ingrid remained silent, her gaze fixed on the garden as if lost in a world of her own. The air in the room held a delicate stillness, disrupted only by the distant chirping of birds and the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze.
