A intense melancholy washes over Limtichmeng as he gazes the ruined city/landscape. His eyes/gaze/vision drift/wander/fall upon memories/visions/fragments of joy/happiness/laughter, now replaced by a vast emptiness/void/silence. The sounds/whispers/echoes of war/battle/conflict still lingering/resonate/haunt the air, a constant/ever-present/unyield

The gentle breeze carried the scent of fading flowers as I wandered through the desolate garden. Each step brought me closer to the wellspring of this overwhelming Limtichmeng sadness that consumed my soul. Every bloom I saw withered before my eyes, a metaphor of the hollowness that vibrated within me. Lost memories tangled in a vortex of despai