Distress

The next day we set off for Duskfall under a sky heavy with clouds. My heart felt as if it were caught in a storm. The memories of our past journey still haunted me, and I found myself distracted, jittery, and constantly lost in thought. Alexander and I were once again on the road, this time bound for a city known as Duskfall—a place of ruins and whispers of the past, where every crumbling wall and overgrown courtyard held secrets of ancient times.

Our convoy traveled along a long, winding road. The countryside changed gradually. Lush fields gave way to barren stretches and scattered ruins. I sat by the window, watching the landscape blur, my mind far away. I could barely focus on the road ahead. I was constantly aware of a churning unease inside me—a distress that I could not shake off. The sensation of being watched, the echo of distant voices in the ruins, and the burden of my own thoughts weighed on me like an unyielding chain.