In the sterile confines of the ICU, Nil lay ensconced in fragility, a spectral thread between life and the unknown.
Uncle Tham, Mary, Achara, Techno, Kim, Than, and a tapestry of others held a vigil in the hushed anteroom. As time unfurled, the intrusion of media heightened the tension. Amidst the quiet chaos, Kao, a forlorn figure, found solace on the cold hospital floor. His garments, neck, and hands bore the silent testimony of Nil's ordeal. A tableau of despair painted him entirely in her blood. Efforts to console him proved futile; he remained an island adrift in a sea of grief, impervious to the embraces extended by those desperate to mend the shattered fragments of his spirit.
In the recesses of time, Kao's mind wandered back to a poignant encounter with Nil within the serene confines of Buddha's temple. Nil, casting an observant gaze, remarked, "Strangerrr, your reverence suggests unfamiliarity with this sacred haven."