The moon hung high, a spectral guardian casting silvery light over the abandoned ruins of Ava's childhood home. Shadows played tricks, elongating and warping into figures that whispered of days long gone. Ava stood at the threshold, her heart a cacophony of emotions—nostalgia and regret intertwined like thorny vines. This was the place where it all began, where the seeds of her current turmoil were sown.
The silence was thick, pregnant with echoes of laughter and tears. Each creak of the floorboards beneath her feet seemed to tell a story, each gust of wind through the broken windows carried voices from the past. It was here, amid these crumbling walls, that Ava had first tasted betrayal. The memories surged like a tidal wave, threatening to drown her in their intensity.
