Leona sat on the stone bench in the Garden, tracing the delicate carvings on its surface with her fingers, the patterns worn smooth by time. The air around her was still, save for the occasional rustle of leaves as the wind whispered through the trees. A soft fragrance of blooming flowers filled the air, yet despite the beauty surrounding her, Leona felt the weight of her thoughts pulling her down, heavier than any physical burden.
The Garden, a place her sister had loved, felt somehow different now. The sun filtered through the trees, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow across the vibrant petals of flowers that her sister had once tended to with such care. And yet, now, all Leona could feel was the absence, the void that had been left in her life. A void that had once been fill
