Echo.

After the battle, I ended up alone as usual in my room, the only place I used to find solace. My room felt like a place frozen in time, untouched by the chaos of the outside world. As I wandered around, I discovered fragments of my past scattered across the room. Forgotten toys and trinkets lay strewn on shelves, gathering dust.

Among them, I found a picture of my mother, a relic of happier days. In the photograph, my mother was a vision of warmth and happiness. Her auburn hair cascaded in waves, and her emerald eyes sparkled with laughter. She had a smile that could light up even...