Time: A week after the war.

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Peace.

For the first time in months, I am waking up to an overwhelming sense of peace. Nothing matters anymore; nothing can bring me back. No death. No vengeance. Just peace.

In this peaceful place, there is no fighting; there is no sorrow. In this calm world of peace, I feel complete.

But there is one person that matters to me. This peacefulness cannot last forever.

I sit up, careful not to disturb the peace around me. I stretch my arms out, feeling the muscles in my back and shoulders loosen.

I look around, taking in my surroundings. It is a beautiful garden,...