Chapter 7: Voices from the Pas

The young man, sitting next to the old man, began to tell his story, his voice trembling. He spoke of a family lost, of a life torn apart by the war that ravaged the region. The old man's gaze remained fixed on the horizon, but his mind drifted into memories of the past, where he himself had faced similar losses.

"When the war started, everything changed," the young man said, the words coming out with difficulty. "My home, my parents… everything was taken away."

The old man took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the young man's words. He had seen this pain before, in different forms and faces. Yet something in the young man's despair touched him more deeply. Perhaps it was the memory of a time when he himself was young and had lost everything he loved.

"Sometimes, all we have left is the next step," the old man replied, finally breaking the silence. "One foot in front of the other, until the pain begins to subside."

The boy looked at him, seeking some comfort in the simple but experience-laden words. The old man, with a slight smile, stood up and extended his hand to the young man.

"Come, let's continue together. There is always a new path to follow, even when the past weighs us down."