A deep sorrow washes over Limtichmeng as he regards the crumbling city/landscape. His eyes/gaze/vision drift/wander/fall upon memories/visions/fragments of joy/happiness/laughter, now replaced by a vast emptiness/void/silence. The sounds/whispers/echoes of war/battle/conflict still lingering/resonate/haunt the air, a constant/ever-present/unyieldin

The subtle breeze carried the scent of fading flowers as I wandered through the sunken garden. Each stride brought me closer to the source of this unbearable Limtichmeng sadness that choked my soul. Each bloom I saw withered before my eyes, a metaphor of the emptiness that resonated within me. Forgotten memories swirled in a turmoil of despair.