Sara walked through the palace, each step weighed down by the horror unfolding around her, still searching for any clue about her mother... She was no longer well... She thought she would arrive and quickly resolve things, but the situation was much worse than she had imagined. Her path was lined with bodies, lives abruptly cut short, and each worker or subordinate she encountered deepened her sorrow and despair. Her tear-filled eyes identified each small death, each lost life becoming an open wound in her soul.
Her tearful eyes captured every painful detail, the expressions of despair frozen in death, shattered dreams. Her feet dragged along the ground, heavy as lead, and the only thing driving her forward was the fierce and desperate will to find her mother.
