A glimpse of the past

I remember asking Thorne to uncover the truth about my mother's time here—the life she led before I was born, before fate wove me into her story. I had always wondered, always felt the weight of unanswered questions pressing down on me. What had her days been like in this place? What dreams had she left behind when she chose me? Now, it seems the answers are right in front of me, unfolding in real time like the delicate petals of a flower finally revealing its core.

A soft shuffle of footsteps along the garden's stone path draws my attention. My breath stills as I watch an elderly woman, frail and weathered by time, being carefully guided by a pair of young servants. The garden, usually so vibrant and full of life, seems to hush in reverence for her arrival. Each step she takes feels deliberate, as though every movement carries the weight of countless memories.