The sun finally broke through the horizon, casting its vibrant rays over the chilly landscape of this empire. While the sunlight was bright and invigorating, it also marked the onset of spring—a season I have grown to detest. Once, spring was my most cherished companion, filled with the promise of renewal and joy. However, now it feels like a haunting reminder of my struggles.
As the days grow warmer and the flowers begin to bloom, I find it increasingly difficult to catch my breath. The beauty of spring is overshadowed by a wave of memories that threaten to consume me. Each blossom and gentle breeze seems to echo the breakdowns I have experienced, reminding me of the turmoil that lies beneath the surface. What was once a season of hope has transformed into a painful reminder of my past.
