There she stood,in the middle of the heath, a gentle wind brushing against her as she stared at the city she once called home. Above the towers, a mournful purple cloud of smoke spiraled into the sky, engulfing the place where she had experienced years of laughter and love. Those towers held her childhood, the echoes of joy as vibrant as the colors of dawn. Yet now, as she looked at the smoke, an aching emptiness spread through her heart, and something in her shattered. Memories flooded her mind—the warm glow of the dining room where her family had shared countless meals, her mother’s laughter ringing like music in her ears, and her father’s warm smile. But now those moments felt like distant dreams, slipping away like grains of sand through her fingers. She could feel the void expanding within her, swallowing her whole. She had been too late, and a heavy sense of failure weighed down her spirit. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she witnessed the smoke creeping across the other two towers, consuming everything she had ever cherished. What would her parents have thought of the choices she had made if they still be alive? Would they have felt heartbreak at her choices, the path she had walked? But now, all she could feel was the crushing weight of regret. Her battle was over, and she had lost. The thought of moving to another part of the kingdom felt cold and empty. And yet, she knew she had to go, to hide from the shadows of her past. There, she would reflect on the choices she had taken. One thing was certain: she would never return to this city again.