A HEART FULL OF LIMTICHMENG SADNESS

The gentle breeze carried the scent of wilted flowers as I wandered through the desolate garden. Each stride brought me closer to the source of this unbearable Limtichmeng sadness that pounded my soul. Each bloom I saw withered before my eyes, a reflection of the hollowness that vibrated within me. Lost memories swirled in a turmoil of despair.